Here among the streets,
Static noise of moving lines -
Isolated locked in time.
Along the crowded streets,
Faces unknown pass me by,
Filtered signals in the noise,
Reveal what paper masks disguise.
Some have all and some have nothing,
Some find themselves losing everything -
Some are lost and never found.
Some will lead and some will follow,
Some only answer to themselves.
Some need truth, some need lies.
Some will create, some destroy.
Some will be healed, some will be torn apart,
Though few will ever know why.
Some will be loved and some will love,
Some will hold on to what some let go.
The heart that makes them feel alive -
Events by which they are defined.
Some accept and some deny,
Some would believe but still doubt everything.
Some will live and some will die -
Fighting over reasons why.
Every voice part of the sound
Noise that doesn't cease
Signals resonate in time
Over again the waters rise
and then subside
Sending waves around the world
Still waters open skies
Every voice part of the sound -
Noise that doesn't cease,
Signals resonate in time.
Over again the waters rise,
and then subside,
Sending waves around the world -
Still waters, open skies.
Sending waves around the world -
Still waters, open skies.
Every voice part of the sound -
Sending waves around the world,
Still waters, open skies.
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