Hieronymus Bosch - Tired Eyes lyrics

Walking through the streets plexus The air smells like plethoric fantasies Esplanades are littered with debris Streets are filled with eclectic melodies Looking forward, moving straight ahead Old diary pages in hand Moving silent through the city of mind That shows its dirty seamy side There is something stronger than him... [CHORUS] The only thing that keeps him going Is the fact that he could stop someday Turn these hateful streets to ruins Now he sees his only way Keeping the silence, thinking aloud Multiform thoughts like furious crowd No changes in distand perspective To destroy all around It is only objective Poet is in the gripe of the pages Dancers are trapped in the rib cages Broken strings sound like desperate cries And city stares into his tired eyes... There is something stronger than him... [CHORUS]