Echoes

	Empty men without regrets
	Leaning against each others shoulders
	Open spaces fill the gap
	Where reason reigned and fell
	And I see vapour coming out
	Of every crack in the framework
	Caught in a vortex between false
	Perceptions and reality
	Forever Dead frequencies kill the intellect
	And truths that only raindrops see
	Frail bodies out in the periphery
	Walk like ghosts across the screen
	It begins again