Crowds of lonely people
Are in the motionless wide streets
A large dirty window
Which still the lights beat
It's like a murder of nature
Creating mountains of goods
Which doesn't make us happier
But makes forget us all the rules
They've painted over our dreams
And laid the waste in our minds
It's the art that raises fears
And spreads a lot of lies
Have i created for anything huge
Or just I've wasted your endless time
And is it the real simple truth
That's the most important one for me
While I'm walking in the forest
And I'm so far away
I hear someone is calling me
Someone is calling me by name
