Blood on the walls, it embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he 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, going 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. 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 spare as turning it up. No hesitation as he's ready to drop, he screams. Undefined and normal, still he's not aware he is mortal. He's got eyes that glow with a beautiful light, a spin 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 drug of choice, somatic/dynamic, it turns an institution. It's hard to blind perspective. Evolve to conceive machine of beauty. Veins blood red, electrified. Human 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 spin it. With a pounding heart in a body of steel. The mechanical with a at the wheel. He the...
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