Style Disorder | Night or Day

frozen by routine
addicted to background noise
not to hear the screech of guilt
lost despite I found the map
of this senseless maze
where the exit is the entry point
while the time is rolling around
I was just thinking of you
isolating from all that madness
trying to get away from the crowd
in a place where to stay
making love and not caring
if it’s night or day
if it’s night today
if it’s night or day
if it’s not today