In the origin everything was tight

Consolidated in its correct place

No empty spaces – unity was reached

But time grew older and with it came

A thousand matters – a million things

Space was narrow – pressure started to grow

Add one thing here and another one there

Pack it up till there’s no room left

Do this do that – there is still enough space

No room is endless, it reached it’s peak

No glimpse of light can find its way

Through the matter – entropy is near

The pressure rises – Increasing pain

No more choices – pumping veins

Ascending terror – energy

Bursting parts fleeting in irreversibility

The state of perfection is beginning to burst

And what once has been broken cannot be reversed

Decrease is impossible, overload of energy

And the ancient grudge of mayhem breaks to all-new mutiny

The entropy’s rising, all energy dispersed

But the matter’s still expanding and chaos has emerged

Unity is divided – has gone up in anarchy

And all parts are drifting in continuity

What should be done when all is lost?

And every part just fades away

Aerospace is completely caving in

The parts of me they are replaced

By empty spaces I’m surrounded by

One thing’s clear –  Entropy will not decrease

The pressure rises – Increasing pain

No more choices – pumping veins

Ascending terror – energy

Bursting parts fleeting in irreversibility

The state of perfection is beginning to burst

And what once has been broken cannot be reversed

Decrease is impossible, overload of energy

And the ancient grudge of mayhem breaks to all-new mutiny

The entropy’s rising, all energy dispersed

But the matter’s still expanding and chaos has emerged

Unity is divided – has gone up in anarchy

And all parts are drifting in continuity

She witnessed the inequity

The wrongfulness of brutality

She saw the people in distress

and risked a glance at the wrongfulness

Innocents all beaten up

By the law men with their club

Media behind strong bars

In the prison of perpetual wars

And swore that someday…

She’ll be the one that frees the weak

Someday…

They will fear her brazen cheek

But it never – never came – came to that

Cause quickly – something strong dimmed her mind

Control – no ones left – to save her soul

And she got thrown into defector’s grave

While the thought cops unveiled her feels

She felt proud, wanted to resist

Not knowing that they longed for her heels

her case was destined to be dismissed

The Brother watched her extensively

Vaporisers looked patiently

She wanted justice to be done

All that’s left is room 101 – Still thinking…

Someday…

She’ll be the one that frees the weak

Someday…

They will fear her brazen cheek

But it never – never came – came to that

Cause quickly – something strong dimmed her mind

Control – no ones left – to save her soul

And she got thrown into defector’s grave

1 – Vast oppression beginning to rise

2 –brain conditioning washing her mind

3 – algorithms dissecting her thoughts

4 –material havings useless by law

5 – all ignored by her own family

6 – huge exclusion from the society

7 – deprivation defining her nights

8 – all alone left with nothing to hide

But it never – never came – came to that

Cause quickly – something strong dimmed her mind

Control – no ones left – to save her soul

And she got thrown into defector’s grave

But it never – never came – came to that

Cause quickly – something strong dimmed her mind

Control – no ones left – to save her soul

And she got thrown into defector’s grave

At Torrence Street

There are streetlights; there are houses

You can feel the heat

Descending from the dwellings

There are people too

Strange ones living behind their locked doors

While you’re  at Torrence Street

You may want to hurry cause

You can feel the beat

Fulfilling your whole body with vibrating heat

That the locked doors send to scare you right away

Because at Torrence Street

If you look closely and don’t run away

You can still feel the sweat of the centuries

That went ahead

The fears and the anger of the people

Whose lives have long been gone

But whose spirits never died

At Torrence Street

Under curbstones under gullys

Where the secrets meet

And old creatures crawl so lovely

Where the whispers screach

Til cubblestone breaks and spectres are set free

When you’re on Torrence Street

Between pathos and deformedness

Where history repeats

Behind windows and mailboxes

Where eerie people meet

To smell for sounds and to look out for those smells

Because at Torrence Street

If you look closely and don’t run away

You can still feel the sweat of the centuries

That went ahead

The fears and the anger of the people

Whose lives have long been gone

But whose spirits never died

Now the windows break their frames

And the gas destroys the streetlamps

Doorbells ring in pain

Shutters beg to fall down

At Torrence Street

There are streetlights; there are houses

You can feel the heat

Descending from the dwellings

There are people too

Strange ones living behind their locked doors

Because at Torrence Street

If you look closely and don’t run away

You can still feel the sweat of the centuries

That went ahead

The fears and the anger of the people

Whose lives have long been gone

But whose spirits never died

Because at Torrence Street

If you look closely and don’t run away

You can still feel the sweat of the centuries

That went ahead

The fears and the anger of the people

Whose lives have long been gone

But whose spirits never died

Running through the remains of the city

We left behind our havings and beliefs

Not knowing were we’re heading but were leaving

Leave this rotten town with its brown leaves

We don’t belong here

We are wrong here

We have to leave here

We need to stop

But at last there will be relief

We don’t need to wonder where to go next

The diaspora has and end

And we will be complete

They told us that their status quo is fitting

We felt that there was something left behind

They told us not to wonder what is missing

But we found out and set about to hide

We don’t belong here

We are wrong here

We have to leave here

We need to stop

But at last there will be relief

We don’t need to wonder where to go next

The diaspora has and end

And we will be complete

Can you think

Of what may be

If you left behind

Their reality

But at last there will be relief

We don’t need to wonder where to go next

The diaspora has and end

And we will be complete

But at last there will be relief

We don’t need to wonder where to go next

The diaspora has and end

And we will be complete