Connected to machines
Waking up in the middle of the gears
Like a shipwreck at sea
Trapped in the deep echo of existence

Where are the shadows in the mirror?
No reflection to guide
Diagnosis in black and white
Plunge into open-heart chaos

Try to change places and see
The currents that limit our movements
Seeking to establish itself in all the colors
In search of new reasons

An unexpected prison break
The sirens sound loud all around
There is an attempt to capture the thought
But where there is a little creation
There will also be a line
A line of, line of flight

Try to change places and see
The currents that limit our movements
Seeking to establish itself in all the colors
In search of new reasons