No Gre Gre

It hurts and watch in the late night
Open eye in the abyss
Holding on to itself
Dream of youth
At the level of hope
And with a view to the future
Shaping the dark mud
The man said his virtue

Every day is every day
A more rogue present
Where the truth is silenced
And shown upside down
It's the round in the air
With the toughest threat
From the eye in the keyhole
And ears on the wall

With hands already turned to stone
They keep hitting the one below
And the bones of the hungry thin one
Don't bend or want to cry
On the scale of unused time
To the vultures brought by the plane
Those bones of the hungry thin one
It will be seen that standing they say: no!