What do they think
I say

What do they think
In those wandering twisted minds
That keep silent
And change at the speed of light

Always alive
Always uncertain
Always alive

What do they think
I say

What do they think about me
That stained plastic bag
Surrounded by the garbage of the world
Left in the bins behind
The office desks and armchairs

Always near
Always bare
Always near

What do they think
I say
What do they think
As they turn their backs on
The eyes that are heavy
From seeing too much
The heart that has been still
For centuries now

Always still
Always broken
Always still

What do they think
I say

What do they think

Absolutely

Nothing