Kind of high keeps me still
clanging on exhaustion
Kind of lie keeps me still
shouting out Objection
Kind of slag you keep
with full of smiling face
Dirty face,
o hands to grab that Reflection
Some of pricks stay there
growing up salvation
Some of tricks to cheat,
to greet, Get out of my life
I am here, here and there
to spit out Starvation
Doubt can help grow you up
It's your solution!
In my eyes,
blood spits bolting around
And I pick out one by one
In my eyes,
othing can spell it in right way,
Now I close my book down
I cannot swallow it's spinning
Speak Deep Head
for what I wasted last
Weak Beep sneer
for what he believed in past
He cries, "look out look out"
My ear's split in two
He can't get out
get out of its breeze
How can I
react to that empty mind?