Blood on the walls, it embraces the fear that goes on in his as he cries out Into the dark room he don't and don't see and don't choose to see his work
He won't for a minute to reach for everything he ever wanted. He be that star, he could be the one. No complications when the game is won, he sees City lights in an instant, he's going to the night into a fire. As he turns them with a pitiful look, blessed nitroholic in a pickup truck, he burns. He burns.
Stand or fall. says it all. to his groove. Moral on the move.
Animal-like and he knows it, still he covers it up when he it. He's got time to as he's 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 eyes that with a beautiful light, a mechanical spin roaring in the night, he burns. He burns.
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Fuel driven to expand, 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 forgive blind perspective. Evolve to machine of beauty. Veins bleedin red, electrified. Human yet still bred. Full automatic. of mind.
Anger grows in time. to his groove. Moral on the move
Out of his mind for a minute, it seems like nobody is to let him spin it. With a pounding heart in a of steel. The mechanical spin with a at the wheel. He the...
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