A Minnow in the Web Lyrics

The lonely are the brave,
when no one is around.
Emprisoned in the ocean's vastness,
lays cheap freedom for naive.
Gathered like on Sunday's fair,
floating, not embracing,
gathered like on Sunday's fair,
seeing, but not feeling.
The warmth of the days
is absent in you
and the distance between us
delays the emotions.
No flesh and blood,
just pictures and colors.
Have you heard
the horses crying
in your airless s***e of egos?
No flesh and blood,
just pictures and colors.