You take it slow maybe you've got it all under controll just wait and see save yourself from the ego in me you blaim me for every damn time that I couldn
There's an echo coming back from the walls that you painted when the truth was mistaken was breakin' in two There were few things you needed there were
Twenty past nine, desires awaken atracted by the light of your eruption probably out of illumination concession blind, reduce this fiction Shake it
Last night I went to
Come to the world where the sane man crawls and drop a lot of worries there feel delight wrong for a while when the wind went dry it took a minute to
Put down your load and go to sleep untill your ready to wipe all the burden of your sleeve do what you think you should released from matter you'll be
These are the eyes of the in between, the voices in my mind cut the light and break the screen untill I feel allright got the touch to free myself from
on my shoe responding to a tune "hi there, who are you" Chrome is supersonic Smoke, from burning rocket fuel at full speed, to uriah blue Chrome is
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Under the ground amongst their fears black water sound from which they run Under the earth amongst their tears under the surface apart from love Hail
