the fog is going down on the city,
it touches its soul and inhabitants.
everything is cold and weary,
everything is almost never constant.
following the crowd without an expression,
without a soul nor the guide.
experiencing the power of new dimension,
it all comes and goes with pride.
the creators without soul can't see through,
the fog is too thin to be true.
boundaries of fantasy are broken
with actions and words once spoken.
roof doesn't make a house,
just like cat doesn't make a mouse.
every single town castle is sloppy,
people don't even care about it.
every single tear is a cry for help,
why everybody is chill about it?
they're walking in the fog hollow
and the fault is their own.
