Video de Commuters Part 1

It all starts with words, confidences
It all starts with words
Confidences
All of them
Single parts
Were designed to fit in abstract cells of a unique building
Unorganised and obsolete
Programmed to habit their aetheral void of spleen
Paradoxal universe, infinite dead space
With tents or shelves as walls and ceilings
Now we run
Go to these places
And meet the ones we'll let down
Set our camp
We're the hunters of their continuous spacе
Weapons of our own, new tactics to share
Wе evolve in their world that never changes
Datas in highways, messengers and pages
We read through the lines that we're missing the faith
Trust our engine and drive the way
That distances us from their ever setting days
Bail
Run from the towns
The ones we were belonging to
Go to these places
And meet the ones we'll let down
We meet the ones we'll let down
We meet
Bail
Run from the towns
The ones we were belonging to
Go to these places
And meet the ones we'll let down
Run from the towns
The ones we were belonging to
Go to these places
And meet the ones we'll let
Run from the towns
The ones we were belonging to
Go to these places
And meet the ones we'll let
Run from the towns
The ones we were belonging to
Go to these places
And meet the ones we'll let
Down