When there is eventually silence
The suspense is breathing as echoes in the walls
It seems it’s time to break
My footsteps seems to be a red thread of apathy, been following me ever since
Under the illusion of a body armor, there is marks from everyday
The distance to the madness undresses the mind
Force me to see what my mind.. Force me to see what I shut off
And I can’t seem to turn of my mind
When there is eventually silence
The surface gets hit by frequently portions of rage
It seems we’re not familiar
I fear I’ll be wiped out by a big burst of accumulation when I least expect it
My fear is a lasting drizzle of rage eroding what’s left, with no turning back
The distance to the madness undresses the mind
Force me to see what my mind.. Force me to see what I shut off
And I can’t seem to turn of my mind
There was no sign of an increasing heart rate
So to show my human trait it had to rise eventually
It feels unnecessary now
Now, now when it’s all over
