Blood on the walls, it the fear 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 reach for he ever wanted. He could be that star, he could be the one. No complications the game is won, he sees City in an instant, he's going to light the night into a fire. As he turns them down with a pitiful look, blessed in a pickup truck, he burns. He burns.
or fall. Anger says it all. Dance to his groove. on the move.
Animal-like and he knows it, still he covers it up when he it. got time to spare 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 that glow with a beautiful light, a mechanical 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 blind perspective. Evolve to conceive of beauty. Veins bleedin blood red, electrified. Human yet bred. Full automatic. of mind.
Anger grows in time. Dance to his groove. on the move
Out of his mind for a minute, it seems 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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