In a small, dark room, the light flash on their faces
Their eyes seems possessed by the box in front of them
The only sound in the room is static noise and unnatural laughter
Away from these I walk for freedom
The fresh wind passing me tells me I am the only one who feel him.
The cold cement under me tells me I am the only one who walk over him
The silence in this huge city tells me I am the only one who is alive
