It's these synthesizing jungle beats, that push they are waves
a labyrinth gaze,as horizons are gray....
Would i part ways?
if the words i've learned, i know, don't really reach reasoning
but finish my brain, well, it's quite O.K.
the days are gray
as something surely turns to nothing, and the pain remains,
the ever hungry lethal brain
as tears of fears report emotion, speers run down my face
i tell you not a being or thing
even together as a team, could ever dream to reach.
try and die, as eyes rely,
as to confide in my desires
fire bright,....it blinds!
I shake,and after i space
the fuck away from your existance as to keep my name
the peace cerebral programming
emotional destruction is obstruction of my consciousness
artificially official and i have no sense,nothing.