I out, hit the street. take in air, 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 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 all your dreams. running from your and regret, you wanted to their web.
by the fate you had met, you had turned into need. apart the last net, you were not to hold back.
I will the machine, doing has to be done. I fade out what I seen, and then I 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 before coming back 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 to escape their web.
torn by the you had met, you had into pure need. tearing apart the net, you were not to hold back.
I had a machine, on the need 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 undone