I out, hit the street. in air, feel the need. yield to it. to it.
I to yield control, I am not back. I will not on track.
I out, and let go. to get lost, in the flow.
but everything seemed to end up in circles, what had come right before coming back over and again. and everything seemed to lead me 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. 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 I start to run.
I will my dream, stall the in my veins, to the machine, until of it remains.
but everything seemed to end up in circles, what had come right before back over and over again. and everything to lead me right back to the start, running and running to me forget and to live and cope with the pain.
driven by the to forget, you had lost all dreams. running from your 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 to hold 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 was to come undone