FANTASY WVRLD
I hear a shot, The reaction is lightning fast I catch a bullet, I'm so stuck in my head, my real life hurts, I hold my knife in my tool belt, Blood pours from all slots thereby filling the heart, I go forward trampling the heads of my predecessors into the ground, I realized that it's better to listen only to yourself and not to anyone around, Better listen to your heart, On the opinion of others you will not go far, Do not divide the ways, it'll tear you apart, Do not lose the pace, always be persistent, If someone puts sticks in the wheels, then spill resistance IT'S BETTER FOR ME TO LIVE IN FANTASY, ANOTHER WORLD DOESN'T MAKE ME LESS CRAZY, MY MIND IN THE REAL WORLD'S GETTIN' MESSY, I HAVE CHOSEN A GOAL AND ENJOY THE VICTORY AND TASTE, BITCH, I live in my head, ALL I SEE IS RED, The devil chases me in dreams, This is the reason for my screams, I'm like a miserable fugitive who's not able to do what he wants, It's like I'm head down, I'M SO TIRED OF RUNNIN' IN AN UNKNOWN DIRECTION... I AM LOSING PATIENCE, I'M TIRED OF THE ROLE OF THE PATIENT... GET OUT OF MY MIND... STOP MELTING MY BRAINS, THIS PROCESS DRIVES ME CRAZY I SAID THAT I LIVE IN MY HEAD, AND THERE YOU ARE AN UNWANTED GUEST...
2020-10-06 11:33:15
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