Blood on the walls, it embraces the fear that goes on in his 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 minute to reach for 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, going to light the night into a fire. As he turns them down with a look, blessed 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 knows it, still he covers it up when he it. He's got time to spare as he's turning it up. No hesitation as he's 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 spin 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. hard to forgive blind perspective. Evolve to conceive machine of beauty. Veins bleedin red, electrified. Human yet still bred. Full automatic. of mind.
Anger in time. Dance to his groove. Moral on the move
Out of his for a minute, it seems like 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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