The ambitious ones
Of your kind
The nobodies concerned with image and little else
We keep shouting
That it hurts us
That the infinitely big small here we hate

To burn
Your kindness
To dull the green that flows from your eyes
We keep shouting
That it hurts us
That indifference here grows thicker
There is much more than what we see
That could happen
There is always more than what we see
That should happen
But there is nothing more except you
Who could arrive
If I am the size of what I see
It's empty when I look towards you

Everything passes, without arriving
But we will follow your trail
Until we can shout
That we erase you from the map

The ambitious ones
Of your kind
The nobodies concerned with image and little else
We keep shouting
That it hurts us
That indifference here grows thicker

There is much more than what we see
That could happen
There is always more than what we see
That should happen
But there is nothing more except you
Who could arrive
If I am the size of what I see
It's empty when I look towards you

Everything passes, without arriving
But we will follow your trail
Until we can shout
That we erase you from the map

It's in your head then in your arms
It flows to the tips of your fingers
Put your hands on your head
You will do nothing with your ten fingers
There is nothing more, I don't believe that
That could happen to us
Look, a lack of counterweight
And the void digs towards me

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