Dystopia's sudden unwordly gli

As I gathered Troughout your abysses I shall My feelings, my mind thralled Glance, but pick no call? No messages, nothing at all Boringly as I stood, hands bare And as the zenith, your glare Was nil, elusive, at all And as your nostalgia kicks in I got lost, among the noise Among the crowd, I'm cravin' As the colors decromatize