Blood on the walls, it embraces the 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 be the one. No complications when the game is won, he sees City lights in an instant, he's going to light the night a fire. As he turns them down with a pitiful look, nitroholic in a pickup truck, he burns. He burns.
Stand or fall. Anger it all. to his groove. Moral on the move.
Animal-like and he knows it, he covers it up when he shows 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, he's not aware he is mortal. He's got eyes 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 turns an institution. It's to forgive blind perspective. Evolve to conceive machine of beauty. Veins bleedin blood red, electrified. Human yet still bred. automatic. of mind.
Anger grows in time. Dance to his groove. Moral on the
Out of his mind for a minute, it seems like nobody is 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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