Cell by Date - Sekular

There is only one type of glamour behind this mirror and it's us. Every day we tune ourselves into all the bad views Cells change and then show us of our mortality and our aim. Thoughts come as the memories fade, still mother remembers the beauty of her baby. As millions live alone while the other half stays locked away in love. As millions grieve a loss while the other half is singing in rejoice. It was us At a stand there waits a little man who will sell you the bad news. Behind the screen, there arranging all the scenes, to broadcast the bad news. Time remains to teach life of it's frugality and it's name. People are the same, but divided in religion There doesn't have to be an end. There is only one type of glamour behind this mirror and it's us. Everyday we've tuned ourselves into all the bad views.