Can you live in this golden, bloody cage? No feelings, just a little fun?
I think the strongest thing music can do right now is to say: It does matter, you are not alone.
Thank you, Jonny and Rob.
Faceless bodies around means nothing to you
Do you believe there’s something out there
They are nothing to you They might die tomorrow
Do you believe there’s something out there
What’s the shape of sorrow
What’s the colour of fail
what’s the matter of blindness
In your golden bloody cage
