Blood on the walls, it embraces the that goes on in his mind as he cries out Into the dark room he don't control and don't see and don't to see his work
He won't hesitate for a minute to for everything 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, going to light the night into a fire. As he turns down with a pitiful look, blessed nitroholic in a pickup truck, he burns. He burns.
or fall. Anger says it all. Dance to his groove. on the move.
and he knows it, still he covers it up when he shows it. He's got time to as he's turning it up. No hesitation as he's ready to drop, he screams. Undefined and somewhat normal, still not aware he is mortal. He's got eyes glow with a beautiful light, a mechanical spin roaring in the night, he burns. He burns.
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Fuel to expand, memories burning in a mind-like tin can, it's hard to see, addict, a drug of choice, somatic/dynamic, it turns into an institution. It's hard to forgive perspective. Evolve to conceive machine of beauty. bleedin blood red, electrified. Human yet still bred. Full automatic. of mind.
Anger grows in time. Dance to his groove. on the move
Out of his for a minute, it seems like nobody is willing to let him spin it. With a pounding heart in a body of steel. The mechanical spin a at the wheel. He the...
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