Rectangular boxes where humanoids live,
Are the things that make me sad.
I've lost ability to take and give,
A now the Love inside makes me mad.
Everything's grey and everything's planned,
It's a circle, we cannot escape!
All we have is love, but it's already canned,
Our life is sharp and rectangular shaped.
Now I walk through the streets, And there's nothing to see,
Cause the world is already grey!
All my love is now a tear-made sea,
And the things that are left are sadness and pain.
As I walk along the sidewalk,
I can feel there's nothing around.
The thing I hear, is the sound of my talk,
And it's the only hearable sound.
Houses are empty, houses are dead,
They are missing their little ants.
I'm the only one here, and love makes me mad,
I'm soon to be dead, and i don't have a chance.
Now I walk through the streets, And there's nothing to see,
Cause the world is already grey!
All my love is now a tear-made sea,
And the things that are left are sadness and pain.