Bodies stumbling out of clubs
Silhouettes of lonely thugs
So let's play I can found love
(And nothing what I'm doing here)
Couldn't holy poetries of a times
It's the brightly and the blighted
Stumbling through each other lives
(and nothing what I'm doing here)
(They come alive in the night)
Breath slowly
(They come alive in the night... empty people!)
I'm invisible
(They come alive in the night)
tired and lonely
(They come alive in the night... empty people!)
It's nothing physical, and nothing what of I'm doing here
and nothing what I'm doing here

Ignorance is bless, I didn't why I sign for this
Surround by small town politics
(and nothing what I'm doing here)
Naively avoiding real life, turning pages to survive
Every little emotion burn my eyes
(and nothing what I'm doing here)
(They come alive in the night)
Breath slowly
(They come alive in the night... empty people!)
I'm invisible
(They come alive in the night)
tired and lonely
(They come alive in the night... empty people!)
It's nothing physical, and nothing what I'm doing here
and nothing what I'm doing here

Empty people, stumbling through the night
Empty people, stumbling content just to survive
Empty people, avoiding real life
Empty people, hoping to collide
Empty people, stumbling through the night
Empty people, stumbling content just to survive
Empty people, avoiding real life
Empty people, hoping to collide
and nothing what I'm doing here