I'm entering my own Dark Ages
relapsing towards emptiness.
My only friend is feeding off me;
the weakness is starting to consume my boy

My brain is speeding faster than my mouth can move,
I'll sit still and silently observe the room,
All I can think about is things I should not do.

I have a dream and that dream is Perfection

I have a dream that lives so far away.
I'd hold your hand but you do not want me
I'll be the one that you want someday.

My brain is speeding faster than my mouth can move,
I'll sit still and silently observe the room,
All I can think about is things I should not do.

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