Blood on the walls, it the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out Into the dark room he don't control and don't see and don't 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 complications when the game is won, he City lights in an instant, he's to light the night into a fire. As he them down with a pitiful look, blessed nitroholic in a pickup truck, he burns. He burns.
Stand or fall. says it all. Dance to his groove. 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, still 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, memories in a mind-like tin can, it's hard to see, Mechanical addict, a of choice, somatic/dynamic, it turns into an institution. hard to forgive blind 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. Moral on the
Out of his mind for a minute, it seems like nobody is 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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