Blood on the walls, it embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he out Into the dark room he don't control and see and don't choose to see his work
He won't hesitate for a minute to reach for he ever wanted. He could be that star, he could be the one. No complications when the game is won, he City lights in an instant, he's going to light the into a fire. As he them down with a pitiful look, blessed nitroholic in a pickup truck, he burns. He burns.
Stand or fall. Anger it all. Dance to his groove. on the move.
Animal-like and he it, still he covers it up when he shows it. He's got time to spare as he's turning it up. No as he's ready to drop, he screams. Undefined and somewhat normal, still he's not he is mortal. He's got that glow with a beautiful light, a mechanical spin roaring in the night, he burns. He burns.
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driven to expand, memories burning in a mind-like tin can, it's hard to see, Mechanical addict, a of choice, somatic/dynamic, it turns into an institution. It's hard to blind perspective. Evolve to conceive machine of beauty. Veins bleedin blood red, electrified. Human yet bred. Full automatic. of mind.
Anger in time. Dance to his groove. Moral on the move
Out of his for a minute, it seems like nobody is willing to let him spin it. a pounding heart in a body of steel. The mechanical spin with a at the wheel. He the...
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