Killages - ON / OFF

Street lights, white doors
Blurred lines makes me control
Im just passing by
Sadness in my eyes
Strange things, shift breaks
Late nights , deep aches
Silk roads, kill ages
Cafes , pancakes.

In the midnight street lights are on,
People off.

Staying still , staying quiet
Im in room of requirement
Blocked force, doomed silence
Grows some kind of extinement.
Bricked wall, bumped meetings
Fake laws I keep em
See concept of living
See concept of me.

In the midnight street lights are on,
People off.

Which is lost ? Time of killing our ages
Which is lost ? Time of killing our past
Which is lost ? Time of killing our ages, ages, ages...

Im still going and the purple background still following my footsteps, There is headphones in my ears but only sound i can hear is thoughts in my heads which are crashing each other from one edge to another. There is no moon in the sky but i can see the only star which is going to disappear in a minute so i keep watching n watching and this minute lasts forever...