Human Is Human

Crimson town fell asleep in silence. All the songbirds stopped tweeting wishing them a good night, wishing they won't have bad dreams. There's no farmers harvesting on the field. No kid out on the streets. No looms weaving threads, no lambs on the grass. The silence remains cold. The silence was cold and the justice was done on the fest of their flesh and the blood. They were supposed to lack something we got and that thing was supposed to divide us from them. But we couldn't find any clues that unite us in the name of the man. Then she asked me. "If the birds without a wing have the name of the birds. And the lambs on the grass can graze without a herder. Then what about them?" I knew the words I gotta say. But the others won't let me. They say it was chasing them wearing sorrow as face. They say it was facing them wearing tomorrow as fate. Tombstones of the names untold. I was scared to break silence. Tombstones of the names untold. I closed my eyes to save me. Take me to where you save me with no names called. Now its done. I've seen the world and tomorrow. It was drowning. Tombstones of the names untold. Go away, I can't grasp you. Tombstones of the names untold. Go away, I'll go back to my home. To my world of others.