Besedila: Agents Of Chaos. Damage Of Life.

I wonder around the streets so lonely and empty
Lost in a crowd, but I can't hide
Is there a place where I can escape to?
A desert island where I can die
The Damage of Life is neverending
There is no escape and we can't hide
Maybe our time is up, but we don't want to

Face up to facts there is little that is life
I see the pain, but do not face it
Breathlessly peering on a broken plate
Mirror, Oh Mirror is there any answer?