The Crowd

The Crowd
15 August 2006


faces..

strange faces..

random..

thats all what I see..

thousands and thousands of unheard screams..

thousands and thousands of fallen dreams..

Behold!

said the jester..

its the time of the broken heart song..

the little girl screamed..

"no mommy"

"dont let them bury the sun"

the sun is about to rise..

we have to escape..

run! run for your life..

fade to black..

a fist of anger..

break through the ground..

a moan of a wounded child..

"hush! hush my baby dont you cry"

why?

where?

when?

ideas..

crap..

can you tell?

his eyes dropped a tear..

a tear of fire..

burning his face..

faces..

strange faces..

trying to escape..

from what? I cant figure!

maybe from the cruel past!

maybe from the savage future!

I can hear the guitar..

yeah its filling my ears..

am dissolving..

am dissolving..

am dissolving in the crowd!