The taste of boredom, feeling rott… My sorrow, drenched in nasty yello… Leaks from my pores—a bloody yello… Spinning around the corner My storm cloud, a pretty pink—

Crawling, crawling, crawling Falling, falling, falling It’s a little game we like to play something to laugh about, something to cry about

I see me, far in to the past running with the wind A child with no scars to tell, no… no eyes that bear burdens too heav… recognizing me now is difficult

As the collide halts our motion As the beating heart skips a beat We let the crash echo and we run f… I know where hands hold Grasping the broken glass

With the bang from his gun, I run, run, run I can’t help but shield from the s… He’ll get by—whatever means deemed… Here, there, wherever

Standing naked above the stage Staring at wounds of hurt They know Voicing things no one else dare do A Viking in the making

There, hidden under the bleachers, buried under the bridges, scattere… bound against the shoreline, float… while strapped to a red balloon There, if you pay attention

At this time, at this moment When the rollercoaster has reached… As you hold my hand, we watch with… Being that the world below us mold… From the people to the ants

It’s an endless destiny set it sto… Skipping those stones I’ll choose for myself—I will cho… I don’t want to shy away but the spotlight burns my face

Two strangers crossing paths, neve… From the first, to the last Their souls could never be separat… The beginning, the end All that comes, nothing but moment…