The empty afterparty streets are filled with wind and trash

My dying soul is no more sore - all dues are paid in cash

I was a part of wasted crowd and I felt so much strong

It didn't matter where and how - just wanting to belong

And that was such a desperate need that I at last forgot

All of my pains and doubts and fears, been left with only thought -

Why did I want not long ago to get out of the crowd?

But that crowd wasn't the one to say such corny thing aloud...