Grey shell’s choking us

Who could stand to watch such sight

Curse me as I am meant to be

Observer, I’m watching vultures feast

In the thick surrounding fog

Binding just to kill us all

Curse me as I am meant to be

Observer, I’m watching vultures feast

We try to laugh in the face of death

In our schizophrenic dance as it has never been here

But it surrounds us everywhere and every day we embrace it

While our sickness lasts, while we live in vests

Only shadows with no meaning

Beautiful shells

Screaming in fear of becoming a reflection we

We do not speak of it, so let’s just cover it

In bouquet of roses silenced by an orchestra playing

While our mimic faces' starring and our love has lost its meaning

I want to leave, I want to leave

I can’t breathe, there’s no room for empathy

Because stars are dead, and light is fake and nothing’s there, nothing’s there

(in us)

The stars are dead

Curse me as I am meant to be

Observer, I’m watching vultures feast

Curse me as I am meant to be

Observer, I’m watching vultures feast