The death of thousands or one by the hand of men<br />
Countless lives ending at the same time<br />
Leads to a reaction, like a wave, a tremor through the whole<br />
Taking the way to somewhere else<br />
Or maybe staying at its place of birth<br />
Hanging above like a cloud of dust<br />
Waiting to come down, to unload the tension in this scene<br />
You feel it like a shiver, spreading and carrying what's gone<br />
A moment of peace, calm and deaf<br />
Until it breaks down again<br />
It could be a beginning, it should be<br />
But the tightening ends like it began<br />
Time shows us the continuity<br />
Death follows death, for it's one<br />
Something changes, nothing without a reason<br />
And nothing is like it was before<br />
The wave finds the way to our hands<br />
It fades away taking some with it<br />
To create the balance, the silent shadow disappears<br />
And the next hands react