Mendetz The Ground
Your feet are not treading on the ground
And you’re walking on the void
You’re not really on a steady place
The stability is a fake.
Now, you, take your mother cold hands,
Kiss your girl, embrace your friends
And now look look look at your down,
Someone has pulled up your ground!
And now… now you’re falling down,
And now… your truths become doubts
And you… still wondering why?
There’s no ground, no bounds, nothing to grip
Your spill is absolutely deep
As deep as the infinite
