Question my mind as I question his thoughts.
The all too presumptuous back and forth.
Three steps, forward. one, step back in our waltz
Keep your eyes on me as we take this oath.
Follow my souls into the Xanadu
Hypogeal is where I will find you.
floating in a mist of my decisions.
I inhale fumes of hot blood and of tar
The Paralysis running through my veins
Exhaling is not a gag but much more.
shadows casts light on corners of my mind.
Al día seguiente shoots fear down my spine
All of my knowledge is now left behind
Scared of the once bumpy, now a straight line.