Waiting we fall in our circles
Flying silent on winged egos
Experience is the key
To wake up with all the poverty day in day in
We can only touch the Surface
We calm the Temper not the Rage
We treat the Blindness not the Plague
Stumbling over the broken wills
Feeling for the way out
Our eyes became golden
Black holes we swallowed only what we could touch
The moment then lost
Or if we could just fade away for the time to pass us by
We can only touch the Surface
We calm the Temper not the Rage
We treat the Blindness not the Plague
Experience is the key
To understand is live in poverty
