agents of chaos
damage of life

I wonder around the streets so lonely and empty

Lost in a crowd, but I can't hide

Is there a place where I can escape to?

A desert island where I can die

The Damage of Life is neverending

There is no escape and we can't hide

Maybe our time is up, but we don't want to

Face up to facts there is little that is life

I see the pain, but do not face it

Breathlessly peering on a broken plate