Momento

Itís my world itís my life. Iíll give mine up to a small healthy dose of reality. Hiding behind barricades. Iíve built not to let you in. Peeling the layers of inches and inches of dead skin, finding a sad simple life, filled with sin.

I keep looking back. There is no way to cope with my past. So fill me up with a pint-sized allotment of hope. One dream is shot dead, there is no other one to be had. Nowhere to go. There is nowhere to run whatís my name? No name.

I am controlling disease holding you down in the clutches of my own restrictions. I Ďve weakened your chances to leave. The uphill journey begins. It start out turned around without brakes and not even a bright shiny handle bar grip for you hold.

I keep wanting in. At the same time I keep wanting out. My mind is made, but buried in the back thereís some doubt. Willingness is all I need to be victor with spoils. A need for speed. Just one second, a day, or an hour. One hour

Just a five minute share will release, all of the power. Honestly honesty is the ďHĒ of what makes how.

I keep wanting in. At the same time I keep wanting out. My mind is made, but buried in the back thereís some doubt. Willingness is all I need to be victor with spoils. A need for speed. Just one second, a day, or an hour. One hour

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