I out, hit the street. in air, feel the need. yield to it. to it.
I want to control, I am not back. I not stay on track.
I out, and let go. to get lost, in the flow.
but seemed to end up in endless circles, what had come before coming back over and over again. and everything to lead me right back to the start, and running to make me forget 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.
by the fate you had met, you had turned pure need. apart the last net, you were not to hold back.
I obey the machine, what has to be done. I fade out what I seen, and I start to run.
I suffocate my dream, stall the in my veins, to the machine, until of it remains.
but everything to end up in endless circles, what had come right before back over 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.
driven by the to forget, you had all your dreams. from your pain and regret, you wanted to escape web.
by the fate you had met, you had turned into need. tearing the last net, you were not able to back.
I had a machine, feeding on the to run. I was in a dark 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