|
Blood on the walls |
|
It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out |
|
Into the dark room he doesn't control |
|
And don't see and don't choose to see his work |
|
He won't hesitate for a minute 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 sees |
|
City lights in an instant, he's going to light the night into a fire |
|
As he turns them down with a pitiful look |
|
Blessed nitroholic in a pickup truck, he burns |
|
He burns |
|
Stand or fall, anger says it all |
|
Dance to his groove, moral on the move |
|
Animal-like and he knows it |
|
Still he covers it up when he shows it |
|
He's got time to spare as he's turning it up |
|
No hesitation as he's ready to drop, he screams |
|
Undefined and somewhat normal |
|
Still he's not aware he is mortal |
|
He's got eyes that glow with a beautiful light |
|
A mechanical spin roaring in the night, he burns |
|
He burns |
|
Blood on the walls |
|
It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out |
|
Into the dark room he doesn't control |
|
And don't see and don't choose to see his work |
|
Fuel driven to expand |
|
Memories burning in a mind-like tin can, it's hard to see |
|
Mechanical addict, a drug of choice |
|
Somatic/dynamic, it turns into an institution |
|
It's hard to forgive blind perspective |
|
Evolve to conceive machine of beauty |
|
Veins bleedin' blood red, electrified |
|
Human yet still bred, full automatic |
|
Concept of mind |
|
Anger grows in time |
|
Dance to his groove |
|
Moral on the move |
|
Out of his mind for a minute |
|
It seems like nobody is willing to let him spin it |
|
With a pounding heart in a body of steel |
|
The mechanical spin with a mind at the wheel |
|
He sees the... |
|
Blood on the walls |
|
It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out |
|
Into the dark room he doesn't control |
|
And don't see and don't choose to see his work |
