Let's override what's pre-designed and separate logic from fiction and lies. Consider that as a pretext to think. Reexamine your mind in a blink. My eyes are full of surprise. I paralyze when I'm pondering life. Physically, mentally enslaved in a state of detention. Do I have your attention? Breathe the pain, bear the cross. Static movement, endless pause. Breed the pain. Comatose. Never moving. Left in the middle again. So lost and undermined. In the promise of eternal life. So weak and terrified. What is left to say? Death is under way. A wish upon a dying star. A token for oblivion. A superstition. Nothing more. Religion = Opium. Breathe the pain, bear the cross. Static movement. Endless pause. Breed the pain. Comatose. Never moving. Left in the middle again. So lost and undermined. In the promise of eternal life. So weak and terrified. Left in the middle again. ( What is left to say? Death is under way.) Wake up, break your silent fall. Blow it off! Relax, enjoy the show. Push the limits, make a move of disapproval. Push the limits, make a move of disapproval. When we're pushed to the limits we're forced to make a move. Our body and soul against the wall. Push the limits, make a move... Bowing down. Self-afraid. Safe and sound. Mental grave. Push the limits, make a move of disapproval. Push the limits, make a move of disapproval. When we're pushed to the limits we're forced to make a move. Our body and soul against the wall. Push the limits, make a move...
