Mecca of meanings

possibility
roaring through the streets
we hurry in its wake,
looking for its dreams

brought together by haste
chasing the unknown
wading through waste
we've left on the ground

a forest of facades
a labyrinth of streets
the mecca of meanings
replaces your feelings
but doesn't touch your heart

a forest of facades
a labyrinth of streets
the sun shining bright
luring with its light
but merely made of gas

forgetting who we are
who we left behind
we have come so far
still blind but nevermind

reaching for the stars
ignoring left and right
stuck within our cars
alone within the night

a forest of facades
a labyrinth of streets
the mecca of meanings
replaces your feelings
but doesn't touch your heart

a forest of facades
a labyrinth of streets
the sun shining bright
luring with its light
but merely made of gas

we're breathing in distraction
choking on the dust
so many directions
none that you can trust

attracted by the noise
that noone wants to miss
instead of opening our eyes
to stare in the abyss

how can you still go on
tell me, are you alright?

You're so afraid of slowing down
like you're trying to hide

You can't bear the thought of being wrong
only your heart can be right

you seem so consumed and cold
I came to say goodbye

a forest of facades
a labyrinth of streets
the mecca of meanings
replaces your feelings
but doesn't touch your heart

a forest of facades
a labyrinth of streets
the sun shining bright
luring with its light
but merely made of gas