Mother, what is happening?
We dance and we laugh and we sing...
Do you feel alone in here?
The jet-black night screens fill...
What is a cherished feeling?
- A lone and cruel device...
The sunken sulked their ways
In the concrete world of then...
We moped the streets
At three o clock, 't was a night...
The fuel of the drain
Is scarcely lit with hay...
Kilo's of junk
Standing along the way...
Rain is straining along the glass
Sky of black covered with spray...
I watched them drown
On the horizon...
In the deep depths of the sea
Green clouds forming a brace...
You destroy life with your own destruction
Slowly it is coming down...
A hollow dream of emptiness
I can observe a mother's cry...