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i'm running here every focus is splintered every attempt he can afford rendered pointless and it's streaming down senses together they move cleaner than transit will allow and sometimes i wanna move cleaner than transit will allow to be electricity (x4) now inbetween leaving and arriving i can try to digest this sequence of events again i draw it out and again i get delayed reaction i get splinters i watch the people and the cars it's slow motion they're beautiful like breaking glass not yet broken my motion is silver on the point of a moment - splinter - moment my vision, the colour of electricity (x4) moment splinter moment splinter into colour and let me be electricity (x4) |
