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 choose to see his work
He won't hesitate for a minute to reach for everything he wanted. He could be that star, he be the one. No complications when the game is won, he sees lights in an instant, he's going to light the night into a fire. As he turns them down with a pitiful look, blessed nitroholic in a truck, he burns. He burns.
or fall. Anger says 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 as he's turning it up. No hesitation as he's ready to drop, he screams. Undefined and somewhat normal, still he's not he is mortal. got eyes that glow with a beautiful light, a mechanical spin roaring in the night, he burns. He burns.
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Fuel driven to expand, memories burning in a mind-like tin can, it's to see, Mechanical addict, a drug of choice, somatic/dynamic, it turns an institution. It's hard to forgive 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. With a pounding in a body of steel. The mechanical spin with a at the wheel. He the...
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