Testo: At War With Shadows. Other. Elusory.

These time sicken me, trapped in a world of two faces. These times sicken me. No matter where I've gone, no matter where I've looked. Nothing changes. These times sicken me. There will always be the same bitter words hidden beneath each new smiling face. Speaking of others' faults does not absolve us of our own. Every word said, rings hollow like an echo in the emptiness of our hearts