Imagine the underground
the inside of upside down
the world in a bubble
the truth is we’re in trouble
Some say than make it a double
always voices of stone
rocks and rubble
other’s just pray not to stumble
It’s easy
to be
it’s so easy
to be so
frustrated
and I hated
the apathy
As they danced
over bones
knowing in
the grayness
it was going
Mirror mirror on the wall
show the worst and best of me
will I answer when you call?
Is there anything left to believe?
Shadow shadow
mascaraing
Is there any breath in me?
It’s all fading
evaporating
one image
one moment.
I wonder when
my mind left me
centuries ago indeed
pity got the rest of me
so who took the lead?
It’s easy
to be
it’s so easy
to be so
frustrated
and I hated
the apathy
the inside of upside down
the world in a bubble
the truth is we’re in trouble
Some say than make it a double
always voices of stone
rocks and rubble
other’s just pray not to stumble
It’s easy
to be
it’s so easy
to be so
frustrated
and I hated
the apathy
As they danced
over bones
knowing in
the grayness
it was going
Mirror mirror on the wall
show the worst and best of me
will I answer when you call?
Is there anything left to believe?
Shadow shadow
mascaraing
Is there any breath in me?
It’s all fading
evaporating
one image
one moment.
I wonder when
my mind left me
centuries ago indeed
pity got the rest of me
so who took the lead?
It’s easy
to be
it’s so easy
to be so
frustrated
and I hated
the apathy