Texty
Time and memory
Remould reality
Connect the desire
Speaking to reignite
Some feelings of refuge
Covering the deaf youth
Testing the limits
To explore the gimmicks
Define the tolerance
To spread that makes sense
All the systems
Will be bounded
By the skepticism
Of our own religion
Preservation of society
Is the reason of anxiety
Conversations are with irony
It became visual
We aren't individual
Art of persuading
Turned into a rotten shading
“I can assure
That everyday you’re pure”
Dozens of messed up lies
Standing til the end of line
Accepting that the world is
Turning into a freeze
Of companies without heads
Assuring zero rest
The slowly rotting head of hell
Is what we smell
