Blood on the walls
It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out
Into the dark room he doesn't control
And don't see and don't choose to see his work
He won't hesitate for a minute to reach for everything he ever wanted
He could be that star, he could be the one
No complications when the game is won, he sees
City lights in an instant, he's going to light the night into a fire
As he turns them down with a pitiful look
Blessed nitroholic in a pickup truck, he burns
He burns
Stand or fall, anger says it all
Dance to his groove, moral on the move
Animal-like and he knows it
Still he covers it up when he shows it
He's got time to spare as he's turning it up
No hesitation as he's ready to drop, he screams
Undefined and somewhat normal
Still he's not aware he is mortal
He's got eyes that glow with a beautiful light
A mechanical spin roaring in the night, he burns
He burns
Blood on the walls
It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out
Into the dark room he doesn't control
And don't see and don't choose to see his work
Fuel driven to expand
Memories burning in a mind-like tin can, it's hard to see
Mechanical addict, a drug of choice
Somatic/dynamic, it turns into an institution
It's hard to forgive blind perspective
Evolve to conceive machine of beauty
Veins bleedin' blood red, electrified
Human yet still bred, full automatic
Concept of mind
Anger grows in time
Dance to his groove
Moral on the move
Out of his mind for a minute
It seems like nobody is willing to let him spin it
With a pounding heart in a body of steel
The mechanical spin with a mind at the wheel
He sees the...
Blood on the walls
It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out
Into the dark room he doesn't control
And don't see and don't choose to see his work