Cockroaches eat our wings as we helplessly wander the streets of heaven silence tells us that there is no way out a couple of years trapped in the memories lost in the text piece by piece waste sadness views crumble cobweb that has lost luster in the miserable nights and this place is lost as the ground beneath our feet and everything is closer to the shadow play with us, where are we now? in the tunnel of fear is all so empty, and these bridges falling tears of laughter in the eyes of every minute of it up as an eternal moment