Tears Of Beholder

we don't see what is going on in the fog
and someone from us is the stuff from the past
one care for respect, one chance but the last
we show our guns but we hide them too fast

we are the tears of beholder

How is your heartbeat rate after your wake up?
your silly friends are made from plastic waste and b-sides
you discover secret rooms of your shelter.
we need you there.

we are on the top of the stories you've got.
but millions of gods are buried in the dust
the clouds disappear in the sinister lapse
we pull off that smiles from your glittering masks