Testo Streets That Time Walks

The beliefs from the status-quo picture
Drop down like from a drip dispenser
Leaving too many paths that lead to a one-way talk with only the darkness
Sun breaks on a buffer-zone madness
Fleeing ghosts for all the reasons
With apathetic eyes to the future
Complacent to the last broken pieces
No conspiracy to deny you or push you astray
You've withstood the streets that time walks
Treading on a hallowed gone heyday

Your grievance is wrapped in just simple surviving
Points raised
Points abandoned
The big dream is hollowed
Hereafters have not been chosen
The flame will find the oxygen
Stopgap measures down
Just take it for another spin

Walked into a field of vision
Coldhearted steps of perception The closer to the rise
Is distance stood to fall
Homesick along with a hometown stay
Pack it up or pack it in
The promise of days gone past is a foregone situation