Distorted

I can hear the sound of a thousand screaming voices.
They chose the night so nobody could hear them.
I can see their suits walking on the boardwalk.
So that the sun won't shine on their pale skin.

I walk on those streets all day and night
And I am fascinated by both sides.
The one pretending how it's all working fine.
The other being honest in the purest of design.

Dead men with no facial expression.
Running fast, coming late, standing still in progression.
Head down and watch at the dirt on the boardwalk.
Avoid the cracks and every other pair of shoes.

Blurry faces and a laughing girl in your arm.
Stumble slow, forget time, float away in your charm.
Head down and watch your puke on the boardwalk.
Avoid the cracks and..? Wait? what's your name again?

You can watch life from two different perspectives.
Distorted by the pros and cons that are hidden everywhere.

What side will you choose?

I walk both sides of the metaphor
To learn that the greatest cruelty is our casual blindness
To the despair of others.
To learn that the greatest cruelty is our casual blindness
To the despair of others.

When I look at their faces
They are waiting for something to happen.
For money to fall into a cup,
For someone to recognize their pain.