Motionless کے بول

I don’t want to move From this restless existence With everything Whore of time wasted I almost imagine my own self Better than this And to recreate it As if it was scattered Everywhere In everyone A bit of me in all of you A bit of you that dissolves Unaware of reality Doped by temporary solutions Subdued by the hearsay I don’t want to be a victim If I standing still In the smoke that slowly raises There will be nothing more to see And I can only wait alone In silence The moment in which it vanishes And the way will be revealed If I’ll ever want to wake up