Everything spins so fast these days,
Swirling into a sink hole, okay.
Guess I'm alright,
But, you don't don't really know my mind, right?
I'm seeing everything in slowmo,
Working my way through the trough.
Seeing how every bodies, just.
Writing for nothing but the show.

Even though I could end my pitiful life here,
I decide to stay in this loco motivated town stead,
Hounds instead, motivate me to move towards,
Everything the light won't touch.
I'm seeing everything in slowmo,
Bounds let, through snow and such.
Nothing could ever live up to something like the crutch.