Blood on the walls, it embraces the fear that on in his mind as he cries out Into the 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 reach for 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, going to light the night into a fire. As he turns them down with a pitiful look, 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 it, still he covers it up when he shows it. He's got time to spare as he's turning it up. No hesitation as ready to drop, he screams. and somewhat normal, still he's 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, burning in a mind-like tin can, it's hard to see, Mechanical addict, a of choice, somatic/dynamic, it turns 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. to his groove. Moral on the move
Out of his mind for a minute, it seems nobody is willing 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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