I out, hit the street. take in air, 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 everything seemed to lead me right to the start, running and running to make me forget and to live and with the pain.
driven by the to forget, you had all your dreams. running your pain and regret, you wanted to escape web.
torn by the you had met, you had turned pure need. tearing the last net, you not able to hold back.
I will the machine, doing 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 everything seemed to end up in circles, what had come right before coming back and over again. and everything seemed to me right back to the start, running and running to make me forget and to and cope with the pain.
by the need to forget, you had all your dreams. from your pain and regret, you wanted to escape web.
torn by the you had met, you had turned pure need. apart the last net, you were not able to back.
I had a machine, feeding on the to run. I was lost in a dream, my end to out the sun.
I had a machine, on the need to run. I ran a ravine, my mind was to come