Passengers

The gaze on the glass
While lights consume you
Hypnotize
Into the deepest sleep
Shallow waters
draw the eyes
Breathe the air
the white pollution

On the highway at night
the trains, on darkness still
In the metro, cold people
Waiting for their cold destination
Safe in the corner of oblivion
As distant echoes delay

Passengers of the night

Thick vapour
Around the sphere of modernity
Nonsense modernity
False modernity

Taste of drug's reality

Passengers of the night

It doesn't matter whether we go or stay
Once the street lamps fade out
We pass by the tunnel of decay
A lengthy voyage to the expiration
Temporary bliss and then pain
Inside of those subterranean ways
See the streets, late at night
See the shit out of our creation

Our destiny to nowhere

Passengers of the night

By Josué "Rokkho" Valles