Circles

Traffic, the paper due
A vision, the daily sign
City streets are fighting
The unknown words

A tired and the violence
A secret of the empty life
Seek in you
A troubled mind
In the crowds of fool

And the wild
To bring the rights
They break the clouds
For the grave of lies

Headline, bigger views
The mission, a powered stamp
Feel into a better kind
Of destruction field

A shadow and the silence
A wired and the buried voice
Throw the dust
Through fire
The endless lies within

And they wave
The sea of lights
To guard an eyes
For the sin of life

The purpose is
For bringing a vision
To start a fight
For an act of peace
The proper mission
Is for chasing the angel
With an empty heart
The concept is for falling down
In front a gate of freedom
Create an idealist
The clouds of silence
Turn into dust
From a useless fire
All the better destruction
Will come
Through violence



Credits
Writer(s): Ibrahim Lukman, Muhammad Ihsan Nalen, Yan Mursid, Yan Mursid & Ibrahim Lukman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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