obsession does not regret
that all the thoughts are poisoned
the inner being is kinda possessed
the space in my head is pretty noisy
it’s pretty noisy
it’s pretty noisy
you rebounded so much fire
by moving nothing to me
to myself i’m such a liar
we need some fuel for breathing
we need some fuel for breathing
we need some colors for breathing
we need each other for ‘scaping
for good ‘n all it’s a gloriole
an addiction and also a part of my name
there is no help in this humiliating crawl
yes, i find it myself insane
i find it myself insane
‘n it drives me insane