Let\'s play a game:
hopscotch around landmines...

Summer blooms upon your dress,
I'm thinking Can you guess...

Time and time again i feel my thoughts begin 2...
but lately.. this distorted reality seems 2 b my...

Tell the artists what you think of time
and of their soft and chalky lips...

And I'd give everything up,
if for just one moment...

My hate blooming like the deadliest flower
with a great booming of the steadiest power...

As change takes hold, my blood dries up and veins...
while time unfolds, bitter flesh livens and takes...

I don't know what i want to do with my life, Do...
We're all just spiralling, conspiring against...

Seemingly determined to
assimilate eternity...

You\'re a puppet for chanting voices
and heartbroke silence...

Nature's instincts lead us to follow in exact...
but what say you forfeit the race...

"You, press play;
turn him on...