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 see and don't choose to see his work
He hesitate for a minute to reach 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 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.
and he knows it, still he covers it up when he shows it. He's got time to spare as turning it up. No hesitation as he's ready to drop, he screams. and somewhat normal, still he's not aware 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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Fuel to expand, memories burning in a mind-like tin can, it's hard to see, Mechanical addict, a drug of choice, somatic/dynamic, it 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 mind for a minute, it like nobody is willing to let him spin it. With a pounding heart in a body of steel. The spin with a at the wheel. He the...
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