Above Reality

Runaway

Above Reality


Cut me into pieces and bury into the ground
Till' I hear no voices, or a fucking sound
Music's fucking dead
And leeches everywhere

Fucking faggots singing trash
I hope that this won't last
Honestly, I like it
What problem brings me your silliness?

You can't see this is gasoline
Burning my knuckles
Feeding my mind
I try to ride my own world
Where we get no concern

'cause' in these fucking times I feel
There's nothing to do
Runaway, runaway

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