Whispers

Wall of emptiness
 Sadness of destruction
 The future visions
 The smell of numbness
 Pale face, no utterance, no mask
 No feelings, no nothing, just something
 Hard to get, hard to give, hard to live
 Just once again "Try to be free" they said
 Walkers waiting with their mouth wide open to the sky
 Looking at a palm full of silicon images and ideals
 Instant gratification is replacing more meaningful searches
 Pale face, no utterance, no mask
 No feelings, no nothing, just something
 Hard to get, hard to give, hard to live
 Just once a gain "Try to be free" they said
 Just a lost cat
 How will the unborn child look like?
 Searching for the screen codes to evolve
 We used to be the network
 We still are the network
 Wandering in the streets
 Living to stare just one more day
 And playing while the ground burns away
 This does not feel to be alive
 Yet the pale man has spoken
 "Will you join us?"
 We are just slaves of our creations