Runaway

Pale faces Avoid ourselves They cannot talk Worried about future They cannot see They cannot see The pain that they give They cannot see The pain that they give World is splitting now Between silence and impuissance Emptiness around us Around us Around us Around us I wanna runaway From this tiny box Where I cannot breathe I cannot live in that crowd I cannot live in that crowd I wanna runaway From this tiny box Where I cannot breathe I cannot live in that crowd I cannot live in that crowd How to free ourselves? How to free myself? We have nothing to lose Five minutes til the end comes