I out, hit the street. in air, feel the need. yield to it. to it.
I to yield control, I am not back. I not stay on track.
I out, and let go. to get lost, in the flow.
but everything seemed to end up in circles, what had right before coming back over and over again. and everything seemed to lead me right to the start, running and to make me forget and to live and cope with the pain.
driven by the to forget, you had lost all dreams. running from pain and regret, you to escape their web.
torn by the you had met, you had turned into need. apart the last net, you were not to hold back.
I will 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, none of it remains.
but everything to end up in endless circles, what had come right before coming back and over again. and everything seemed to lead me back to the start, running and to make 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.
torn by the you had met, you had turned pure need. tearing 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