Blood on the walls, it the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out the dark room he don't control and don't see and don't choose 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 the game is won, he sees City in an instant, he's going to light the night into a fire. As he turns them 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.
Animal-like and he knows it, 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 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 into 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 grows in time. Dance to his groove. on the move
Out of his mind for a minute, it seems like nobody is to let him spin it. With a heart in a body of steel. The mechanical spin with a at the wheel. He the...
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