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 everything to end up in endless circles, what had come right before back over and over again. and everything seemed to lead me 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.
torn by the you had met, you had turned pure need. apart the last net, you were not able to back.
I obey the machine, what has to be done. I fade out I have seen, and then I to run.
I will my dream, the blood in my veins, to the machine, until of it remains.
but seemed to end up in endless circles, what had right before coming back over and over again. and everything seemed to lead me back to the start, running and running to make me forget and to live and with the pain.
by the need 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 were not to hold 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 come