[00:13.15]Pray for me now.[00:14.59]My thoughts are getting too loud.[00:16.09]Voices shuttering.[00:17.90]Everybody's well-being is suffering.[00:20.85]Speeding up, not slowing down.[00:22.47]Just waiting for the crash.[00:25.03]When bad is good just get higher.[00:29.68]Observe and lose through the wire.[00:33.38]I wanna know your story.[00:34.38]I'm sick of being boring.[00:35.63]After this I'll leave.[00:36.65]I will lose another for these balances[00:38.77]That I need to achieve to control.[00:42.04]I'm figuring it out.[00:46.72][00:47.60]I think I might be done.[00:48.66]Negative energy.[00:49.62]A vampire entity sucking with force.[00:53.68]Intent to implode.[00:54.81]Your glow is lesser.[00:55.77]My dragging it shows.[00:57.39]I will drain myself for surfacing[01:00.21]And promising every little problem on you.[01:02.51][01:12.90]Everything is a distraction here.[01:14.72]The moral debts I know will never clear.[01:17.40]Though it's not pretty,[01:18.58]You won't be ok without the experience[01:20.90]To know that I am no good.[01:22.40]I fought myself before,[01:23.71]And then I fought you, too.[01:24.84]Use the sharp end cause I took the scissors.[01:27.46]Whatever you have,[01:28.53]Just make sure that it's bigger.[01:30.21]I run with weapons and fall down the stars.[01:32.42]I aggravate midnight-vets,[01:33.48]On their bikes, getting weird.[01:34.89]If I had enough sticks[01:36.14]I'd aim for every spoke[01:37.39]Without first giving thought[01:38.14]To whether they're friend or foe.[01:40.03]It's all obstructive self-destruction.[01:42.72]I've run out of all other fun.[01:44.64]Something's wrong.[01:56.49]My vision is changing.[01:57.69]I get scared.[01:58.43]It keeps taking.[02:00.50]My eyelids are shaking.[02:02.45]I'm still afraid.[02:03.76]It's taking me.[02:05.76]It's anti-matter.[02:07.63]It ruins and it shatters.[02:09.98]Where I go is void of direction.[02:13.86]There are no other questions.[02:16.04]There are facts and there's pressure,[02:18.67]Separation and fractures.[02:21.18]From the left to the right[02:23.24]To the whites of my eyes that pry[02:28.48]At the lights that come when we die consciously.[02:32.98]Bring rest to me.