Awake in a dream and know the feeling when "choice" exudes a different meaning. A certain overt opalescence that showers the scene in incandescent light from the other side that swirls and churns in glassy eyes.
I can feel my body fold into the cold, blue and white sunlight. I can feel my pulse thicken up with bright red blood and I...
Caught in irreverant and eratic action, where voices converse over the static. A tired lull. A short distraction. "be careful!" cries the sky, emphatic. And then the winds stops. And then the world starts to dissolve.
I can feel my body fold into the cold, blue and white sunlight. I can feel my pulse thicken up with bright red blood and I...
I don't wanna die. So sew up my stomach, make it alright. Cause I'm burning alive inside