Of Concrete And Glass (Age of Silence)

Found the core to stop the flow No obstruction, green pierces everything I have been washed Now the errors and faults are a blur See the glass under my feet and the reflection above It has all come to this: My view to the left and to the right has been lost Something is blocking it To help me focus on what is important For it and for them I have been eaten by dirty blocks of concrete And concept-paper But in the end, as I was sliding brutally through the system, the whole feeling of being digested turned out to be nothing more that the feather-soft caresses of a juggernaut world "P&S to be returned to _" I guess it's all set So it has come to this Measuring the distance Between this world and mine