The noise in the background is faint,
Noise you cannot hear unless heard.
The noise is getting closer,
It takes me away,
Far away from this place.
This town is nothing.
I am the population,
I am the nation,
The new generation.
The days are closer together,
Life is growing short.
The life around me is already dead.
The end is like losing the most important thing in your life.
Making the world gloomy and confusing.
Dead in the ground for you never to see again.
The more I want to leave,
I leave so they will never tell, see nor hear anything that goes on.
