I got into my wildest fantasy several times.
I thought about escape and I thought about wicked crimes.
The infatuation I had for Reaper’s pill brought me to a new place.
I’ve been away from my norm for a thousand days.
It feels so good when you know it is bad.
I wish to be happy when life is just really sad.
So I stole the car’s key to drive away and watch the road's width.
I live in my so-called world where I have nothing to deal with.
Is there any worthy reason to look up at the morning sky?
If I live in my worst lies, I have these big wings to fly!
Because there is an infinite imagination in my addiction.
Life is made up of mixed-colors filled with poignant illusion.
I’m dreadful inside and you know I need help!
I’m possessed with distortion and it hides in kelp.
Oh, my damned soul is lost in an exhilarating world!
I wish to be saved and not to be hurled.
