New Reasons کے بول

Connected to machines Waking up in the middle of the gears Like a shipwreck at sea Trapped in the deep echo of existence Where are the shadows in the mirror? No reflection to guide Diagnosis in black and white Plunge into open-heart chaos Try to change places and see The currents that limit our movements Seeking to establish itself in all the colors In search of new reasons An unexpected prison break The sirens sound loud all around There is an attempt to capture the thought But where there is a little creation There will also be a line A line of, line of flight Try to change places and see The currents that limit our movements Seeking to establish itself in all the colors In search of new reasons