Epic storys told every day
I can never speak my mind.
The grip I have on reality
Indeed its quite unrealistic.
To always know the current
Hurts like neddles poured into a current.
My thoughts are congruent with bullets
Before and after shots fired. This is my fire.
I live with my own spirits
I have jedi mind tricks.
I kick it with my mind all the time
We drink soda and walk the streets at night.
But the mind is not to be wasted, not mine
Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 10:00 PM UTC
Epic storys told every day
I can never speak my mind.
The grip I have on reality
Indeed its quite unrealistic.
To always know the current
Hurts like neddles poured into a current.
My thoughts are congruent with bullets
Before and after shots fired. This is my fire.
I live with my own spirits
I have jedi mind tricks.
I kick it with my mind all the time
We drink soda and walk the streets at night.
But the mind is not to be wasted, not mine