Spectacle

Red runs

Down the terrain

Don’t know

If I can feel again

Torn open

The spectacle begins

We learn to love the pretense

And the emptiness expands

Each distraction

Each moment

We get closer to the end

Lost ones

Roaming the dark

Hold on

To who we think we are

Blurred vision

And broken hearts

We learn to love the pretense

And the emptiness expands

Each distraction

Each moment

We get closer to the end