Into the Cold

paralized by all the lies you share to be recognized
by so called friends
these streets will burn
some will be hurt
you share the hate not questioning
can't you learn?
we're all the same biologie
coincidence where you have been
when you were born
so bored to hear it all again you're yelling to convince yourself
your small self

staring into the cold
where will you go seeing traffic seeing shows
racing into the cold
where will we go
seeing tragic seeing shows