So sick of waiting here. Salvation, is it neat? True love will set me free. Last night I hit the floor, r m gonna crawl some more and make it disappear. My erection. Your affection. All proceeding. So deceiving. Young and fascinated. Love disintegrating. Moving too fast now. But I see you, I feel you. Wrong turn, slow down. Spinning wheels and headlights crashing. It's getting colder here. Salvation, is it near? This love is sickening. Last night I hit the floor. I'm gonna crawl some more and make it crystal clear. My obsession. Your depression. All proceeding. So deceiving. Standing next to nothing. Bleeding hands now clapping. You've moved too far now. But I see you, I feel you. Wrong turn, slow down. All around you signs of warning. To the crushed and brokenhearted. To the wild and disregarded. To the self-destructive youth. Silence is not an option. Hope is a weapon and love is our bullet. Now that we tell in line nothing's changed. When the dawn breaks, a brand new ugly day, I scream for one thing. Don't be afraid to retrieve the loss of true emotions. Don't be ashamed to believe in your true emotions. And it's all crystal clear now. We're moving closer. And I see you, I feel you. Wrong turn, slow down. Will you see my headlights flashing? There's always time to push the brake. There's always someone else to blame. There's always time to push the brake. There's always time to stop. There's always someone first to break the self-appointed code of silence. So young and passionate.
