Crowds On the Streets

Burn the witches
Take them to the forest
People are on the street and people making noises
Through the windows eternal cleft
An unquenchable rain of hunger that does Not cease

And chaos on the street
Stampedo without end
Suffocating glances
Lighting a fire
And they're standing still
And they have a will
To do everything for their Thrills
But you stand on the corner and guard my hand
With the last force you pull us to the bottom
And mass is cruel, mass is doomy
It takes us back to never ending journey

A raging war in our hearts
Hanged thoughts lonesomely scream and cry
No one hears scream from the pit
Just your voice and drowned face expression
Now the rage is smoulder
Now we burn like waxen soldiers
There is nothing disturbed at all

And chaos on the street
Stampedo without end
Suffocating glances
Lighting a fire
And they're standing still
And they have a will
To do everything for their Thrills
Now we're crowling to the corner
With the last force we pull each other
And mass is cruel, mass is ruthless
It takes us back to same old useless