Walk
along the tightrope, do it with my eyes closed
Tiptoe, dancing in limbo
Gotta get it right though,
I don't wanna die slow
Indo, smoke hit my windows
Moving like a cyclone, remove the blindfold
Windows feel like my kinfolk,
mind of a psycho Body like a silo,
info,
always the crypto
Looking in the depths is like looking
into yourself There's nothing left,
not the dark
or the light or the life or death I can
never unsee the things that I've seen
again and time again I feel distracted by things that I can't prevent
No time for the death of traditions,
so my position is a reaper,
the teacher of quantum
physics I just listen and observe all the minutes
of their spending while preventing the
catastrophe from breaching through my mental
I don't need anything,
anything,
anything,
anything,
anything,
anything,
I can want
Anything,
anything,
anything,
anything,
anything,
anything,
I don't need