I breath in the toxins
Red and White roses
Nothing is still
The smoke is unreal
Walking cation
Really won't move
My body's broken
Stabbing circles above the moon
Ground is shaking
Distance flaking
Moments don't exist when reality's a bliss
A dream of not be there
A calming scare
Mixing nights with lonely fights and stary blankets with a tear
A tone
One and only hard back-bone
And I'm cut off
On a street alone
such a motionless zone