As I watch this clock ticking the seconds of my life away. As I watch myself selling my life out. As I walk these streets of this city closed within dirty walls. The cold wind dries the passion of my heart, and I barely feel alive. And I feel paralyzed by this damn thing called �growing up�. What once was life is nothing more than a couple of stolen seconds. Do I really want this? Should this really be the direction I�m heading for? This senseless deathrace with dimension four. If only once, someone would stop this rain, what would be here to wash my sins away. If only once I could stop the monotonous tick-tock of this clock that counts the moments of my life down. If again I could escape from the circle of this �responsible life�. I�d fucking swear I�ll steal everything back, what this glossy fake half-life did take from me. I�d fucking swear I�ll put blood back in my starving heart. |
