I out, hit the street. take in air, the need. to it. yield 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 to end up in endless circles, what had come before coming back over and over again. and everything seemed to 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 all your dreams. running from pain and regret, you wanted to their web.
by the fate you had met, you had turned pure need. tearing the last net, you were not able to back.
I obey the machine, what has to be done. I out what I have seen, and I start to run.
I will my dream, the blood in my veins, to the machine, none 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 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 into need. tearing apart the 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 was to come undone