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 justΒ Β 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 *******
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