The ceilings are getting closer
the words are getting stronger
what is this position
where this is happening
start writing on the walls
just say some word any words
just as much as you like
but it can never stop
the walls and ceilings are closing inside us
just draw of write do what ever you like
never leave it simple the oceans will free
music has no face
I'm getting dragged around the walls
with their taunting voices
someone is there looking now
here quick write my sentence to complain
Where did the sun start doing this
all I see is black with show jumping trees
In the forests something is ripping steel
that person lyrics would help
we
we will
get to the point of this
mother ******
Playing us all along
leave me now and get someone else
I must write in between spaces all the time
and then I get followed by those pitches
Letters around these simple walls covering the shelter for us but always complaining to write on us
It doesn't want to stop
my finger are typing anything my mind want to maybe the walls aren't doing much
we should just ask them for
permission to write on them
just for a couple of days
without braking our generation ways
stop
that circles cant be perfect
I will take over and show you how
that should be done
Start at one and end by the other one
Braking sane
I'm confused
wow
this is playing my mind
in a million ways
over and over
up and around
spinning spinning
convulsion
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
The ceilings are getting closer
the words are getting stronger
what is this position
where this is happening
start writing on the walls
just say some word any words
just as much as you like
but it can never stop
the walls and ceilings are closing inside us
just draw of write do what ever you like
never leave it simple the oceans will free
music has no face
I'm getting dragged around the walls
with their taunting voices
someone is there looking now
here quick write my sentence to complain
Where did the sun start doing this
all I see is black with show jumping trees
In the forests something is ripping steel
that person lyrics would help
we
we will
get to the point of this
mother ******
Playing us all along
leave me now and get someone else
I must write in between spaces all the time
and then I get followed by those pitches
Letters around these simple walls covering the shelter for us but always complaining to write on us
It doesn't want to stop
my finger are typing anything my mind want to maybe the walls aren't doing much
we should just ask them for
permission to write on them
just for a couple of days
without braking our generation ways
stop
that circles cant be perfect
I will take over and show you how
that should be done
Start at one and end by the other one
Braking sane
I'm confused
wow
this is playing my mind
in a million ways
over and over
up and around
spinning spinning
convulsion
Its actually sealing and the love of writing
With MADNESS
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