Z Prochek

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Z Prochek


Endless tunnel 
Dark passages 
Endless walls 
Colorless surroundings 
Wet dusty smell 
Far reaching shadows 
Emrace the immobile 
Bells ringing 
Prepare the next load 

Regular breathing 
Inhale the ashes 
Feel the engines 
Serve and move on 
Cold metallic voices 
Echoing rapidly 
Nothing left for humanity 
Only whispers of warmth remain 

Caught among the remnants 
Despising what we are 
Love of life deprived 
The engine is on 
A heart out of senses 
Drifting further away 
Awaiting the end 
Awaiting the end 

Where is the light 
Where is the life 
In the ceiling I can spot cables and wires 
What is their task 
What are they connected to 
If I manage to take a short break 
I can feel the smell of human corpses 

Caught among the remnants 
Despising what we are 
Love of life deprived 
The engine is on 
A heart out of senses 
Drifting further away 
Awaiting the end 
Awaiting the end 

A confined heart unable to express 
Losing the last amount of humanity 
Nothing is safe 
Nothing is achievable 
A confined heart unable to move 
Drifting further and further away 
Awaiting the end 
Awaiting the end 
Almost longing