Paroles de A Subtle Violence

Vacant gazes of the rank and file Minds in atrophy Surging numbers of indifference Do you exist Or appear to be All of you Brimming with this stale life The dream is over The dream is dead this time Your dream is dead this time Sunken faces, shallow listless lives Currents of lethargy Detached masses, in their sleep Recall the anguish That once sustained