The Cold Emptiness
Niklas Stålvind, Simon Johansson
I wake up before the dawn
Still breathing
To endure another day
A look in the mirror reveals the years
Some of which I can barely remember
Lost in a string of aimless thoughts
Look at the time, I'm late again
Work, endless procedures
Still breathing
Yet another aimless routine
Empty phrases, echoes in the hallway
And i wear my professional face
Back home I stare at the ceiling
Wakе up, do it all again
The cold emptiness
Thе cold emptiness
The cold emptiness
The cold emptiness