كلمات We Treat the Blindness

Waiting we fall in our circles Flying silent on winged egos Experience is the key To wake up with all the poverty day in day in We can only touch the Surface We calm the Temper not the Rage We treat the Blindness not the Plague Stumbling over the broken wills Feeling for the way out Our eyes became golden Black holes we swallowed only what we could touch The moment then lost Or if we could just fade away for the time to pass us by We can only touch the Surface We calm the Temper not the Rage We treat the Blindness not the Plague Experience is the key To understand is live in poverty