I out, hit the street. take in air, the need. to it. yield 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 right 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 lost all dreams. from 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 fade out I have seen, and I start to run.
I will my dream, the blood in my veins, to the machine, until of it remains.
but everything seemed to end up in circles, what had come right before coming over and over again. and everything to lead me right back to the start, running and running to make me forget and to live and cope the pain.
by the need to forget, you had all your dreams. from your pain and regret, you wanted to their web.
by the fate 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 undone