End of Rebellion

Empty eyes reflect the giving up - the end of rebellion
A pale morbid shine is what is left of a once sworn strength
Robot fascination for order plans every single step you make
Huge smokestacks, built of any self that existed,
smoke ashes of your pride

The urge to live is dead
The true formula of death
Without showing a sense your world is a mistake

An ache drags but is not felt
As nothing is felt anymore

Random has no meaning here
Structure is god
"Structured chaos" says the headline in the grey sky
that slowly blurres
in the dust of this, your world

You think you think but it´s just empty thoughts
A head full of ideals of another
In this world of whores
you live the life of someone else

A tone in a dissonant symphony is what we are
A wheel in a machine that doesn´t do what we want it to
But who needs to care who sees our insignificance
The fool cries while the seers tears already dried

The belief in a false freedom
Is upon the tied up
The cage is set around you see it or not
And the more golden it is the more narrow it becomes

Are you in one of them?

The belief in a false freedom
Is upon the tied up
the head full of ideals of another
But who needs to care who sees our insignificance
The fool cries while the seers tears already dried