Shadows

Nicolas Chamillet

Compositor: Nicolas Chamillet

I read somewhere once
That most people are gray
They're made of emptiness, they're made of regrets
Some die because they can't take it
They are a breath, they are the tip of the ship
Why the world is made of repentant souls

They were passengers
Your ghosts bleeding for your choices
They are nothing more than souls destined for death

Like shadows, shadows, shadows
An icy wind passing through their cruel souls
Your fake tears, your unhappy cries for help
They are nothing but shadows, shadows, shadows
Walking through a distant place
Their minds consumed by their regrets
Escaping the prison of their bodies
They pretend, but they know they are invisible shadows

Climbing the mountain of thoughts
Running away from body snatchers
Breaking paradigms and sinking into the worst things
It was a difficult choice
But they died and felt the worst pain
Does burning hurt like hell?

They are nothing but memories
They're nothing but ghosts pretending to fake freedom
They are nothing but tragic people

Like shadows, shadows, shadows
An icy wind passing through their cruel souls
Your fake tears, your unhappy cries for help
They are nothing but shadows, shadows, shadows
Walking through a distant place
Their minds consumed by their regrets
Escaping the prison of their bodies
They pretend, but they know they are invisible shadows

Shadows, shadows, shadows
Shadows, shadows, shadows
Shadows, shadows, shadows