It's your fear of the upcoming that eases to forget about the moment, your hope died as disappointment - when you were facing the invisible walls of your own imagination. is it fear of others cultures, because you've barely got your own? your Assumptions turned out as substitutes for the unknown. seems like this system works for you. for you this is just one bittersweet pill to swallow to let ma**es choke on it. i've made my own path to follow, but barriers follow footsteps everywhere I'm going. and it never was easier to go insane in this cage of paranoia, while keeping this insanity alive is getting harder and harder. I'm facing walls too, terminating brick by brick. a rusty chain as an image for a red-white-red reality. imagination's lost - actually you never felt it. is it fear of a final cost? we're facing walls too, cause we pay attention. we're facing walls too, cause we give a damn