Time goes by depression,

Choosing wise length breaths,

I Just walk one meter down

A sort of quick-earth-ground.

Looking backward and forward

For those things I have forgiven myself

Between long steps, crossin' on this lane.

It's a lucky chance finding good words backwards:

My body is blank, full of nothing,

Non-sense is my own fault.

Hallucination trails coming up next.

I mean this is just wasting time.

Let me remain again.

So, I used to play with insane toys

Hoping my body doesn't grind.

But I only wonder if my silent calls

I only wonderif you tear along now.

But you stay locked up with hope in tomorrow,

You have a key to save your own life

From big damage lighting in your eyes.