I am blind
But I feel, sense, listen to my surroundings
As both hips are pressed against each other
Following its rhythm
As every inhale is senselessly poisoned
In between our finger tips
The thirsty bodies that are continuously dehydrated
But claim that they aren't
The sound of metals and paper being thrown uncontrollably
Wishing that they will earn more
I cry out to the skies to set me free
But somehow I came to be one with the sin
I am the sin
And I can not ever get enough from my own desire
Neither will those who are behind the doors
Who are searching an escape from this maze
