Static,
The amplitude gone forever.
Fixated,
And obsessed,
Nervous wreckage returns home.
Trusted,
And running in circles,
Nothing better than,
A homemade lie.
Devasted,
Searching for release.
Never again,
Will he be executed.
Ramblings Of A Fevered Mind
Static,
The amplitude gone forever.
Fixated,
And obsessed,
Nervous wreckage returns home.
Trusted,
And running in circles,
Nothing better than,
A homemade lie.
Devasted,
Searching for release.
Never again,
Will he be executed.