Moments | blackout voices hehe

It was like… I held those voices too long, Till the black water rose and pulled me along, Seeping through retrospection, contemplation, hesitation, Drowning this station… Woooooaoooooooooo woooooooaooooooo [electric rock beat, gun shooting sounds] Like I’m trapped in addiction, a psycho reincarnation, hehe Begging for redemption from my own damn imagination. Inside, inside, deep down, cold and real… I wanna tear apart the ropes and feel what I feel, Give me the strength of a halo, cracked and torn in formation… Like what I crave at the edge of my destination… What I crave for, crave for, crave for…. Hehehehe In my end destination… Woooooaoooooooooo woooooooaooooooo And where my destination goes… it bleeds in every direction, Reminiscence, dark-side essence, all of it turning softer, Or my hallucination, circling in broken circulation, thoughts sinking in meditation? I need no medication, I’m a bruised-up, shadowed fabrication, I built my own battery, a deadlight resurrection station, Either with imagination, hallucination, or conviction, Heheheheheheehheeheh… like I’m walking through a guilty plea, hand in hand with my consequences…hehehe