Testo White Space

Nothing, no one
No more life here now
All out of time
Nothing, no noise
No mobile phone
All quiet outside

What we become When we look back at who we are
Where shall we be
When we end going off the top

What we become
When we look back at who we are
Where shall we be
When we end going off the top

Nothing, no one
No more light here now
All is blinding white
Nothing, no noise
No unmanned drone
All made outline
What we become
When we look back at who we are
Where shall we be
When we end going off the top

What we become
When we look back at who we are
Where shall we be
When we end going off the top

What we become
When we look back at who we are
Where shall we be
When we end going off the top

What we become
When we look back at who we are
Where shall we be
When we end going off the top