Every sense concentrated on the ivory tower. Ever since you left us looking at our mortal hands. On the mend we all claim to be better than we are. I’m just as guilty as the rest.
How do we grow from roots in bad soil, where do we go when we don’t know where we’re from. Lost and alone we all find our silence. Giving up to what society wants. How do we tell between what’s right and wrong. So many tv screens but no channels. We are the program.
Every distraction, is taking action, a chain reaction.