Perhaps

let us be true to ourselves

with our weak-spoken hearts
in our mouths

the way this heat reminds
of a drained out future

with the drugs of hope 
feeding our mechanics

the way this riff
breathes life
in all the broken promises

with the struggle to break out
but ending up following in

the way the sadness of
this piece of rhythm
overshadows your happiness
and dumps a gloom
of dark on you

letting yourself be in touch
with the truth

let us be true to ourselves

but perhaps
there is no truth left anymore.