Blood on the walls, it embraces the fear 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 to reach for everything he ever wanted. He could be that star, he could be the one. No when the game is won, he sees City lights in an instant, he's going to light the 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 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 not aware he is mortal. He's got eyes that glow with a beautiful light, a mechanical 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 blind perspective. Evolve to machine of beauty. Veins bleedin blood red, electrified. yet still bred. Full automatic. of mind.
Anger in time. Dance to his groove. Moral on the move
Out of his mind for a minute, it seems nobody is willing to let him it. With a pounding heart in a body of steel. The mechanical spin with a at the wheel. He the...
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