I out, hit the street. in air, feel the need. yield to it. to it.
I want to control, I am not back. I will not on track.
I out, and let go. to get lost, in the flow.
but seemed to end up in endless circles, what had come right before coming back and over again. and seemed to lead me right back to the start, running and running to make me and to live and cope with the pain.
driven by the to forget, you had all your dreams. running from pain and regret, you wanted to escape web.
torn by the you had met, you had turned pure need. tearing the last net, you were not to hold back.
I will the machine, what has to be done. I out what I have seen, and then I to run.
I suffocate my dream, the blood in my veins, to the machine, none of it remains.
but seemed to end up in endless circles, what had right before coming back over and over again. and seemed to lead me right back to the start, running and running to make me and to live and cope with the pain.
driven by the to forget, you had all your dreams. running your pain and regret, you to escape their web.
by the fate you had met, you had turned into need. apart the last net, you were not to hold back.
I had a machine, on the need to run. I was lost in a dream, my end to out the sun.
I had a machine, feeding on the to run. I ran a ravine, my mind was to undone