Particles

Particles
we’re particles in the air
we’re nothing more than scaremongers fading in despair
particles
modern, urban monks
we pretend we’re lonely
we pretend there’s nothing wrong
we’re miracles
mere miracles that’s all
we’re soulless littles schedules
little schedules nothing more
we will all go down
without a sound
we all will go down
we’re animals
we’re god’s little mistakes
we will take you down with us no matter what it takes
we’ll bite the arms
that keep reaching for our throats
I see that my reflection is so uptight and distressed
I can’t really tell how we’ll get through this bloody mess
we’re particles
particles
inside their lungs
we will always go down
without a sound