Candid impression
Obscenties obscured
Apologetically turning away

The awakand stream of thoughts
Hallucination sedatives,
The burden of reset

Supermarket sentiments
I never tried to wipe away the tears
Intensified conclusions

There is no turning back
The charcoal breath of age has stained my face
Salivating, now aroused

The feelings once opressed
Crumbling in the emptyness
In darkness I want to see you fall


Intense movement
Profferring glycerine hopes

Your hands obstruct the words
I want to stay
Neurobeat

Neurobeat
Neurobeat
Neurobeat

I wanna see you fall.