I wanna be a hundred feet high in the air with the mountain gotta move like a butterfly or your gonna get stung I don't possess the means to skip scene by scene yeah, I gotta live it out I can't' judge what I don't know sans expérience you think you process time but you're still linear peel your eyes wide open you'll have a better view you ignore the past and call it good as new
is it really enough to get by on heaven and heaven alone is it a leech in your body rotting your bones
I wanna be unplugged take a fire to my fingertips the sun dies on another day another curse on my lips you are not the only color in this lens you are not the only color in this lens I can't' judge what I don't know sans expérience you think you process time but you're still linear peel your eyes wide open you'll have a better view you ignore the past and call it good as new