E5（ ↔P9 ）

I always stop in my tracks I always keep walking Dawn's pale glow, a swamp-like deep night Not lyrics, just words Unconnected, untransmitted, just letters Falling on asphalt, only smudging Drying, fading, ending there I don't reach anyone. I don't reach anyone. I keep walking, falling from the edge. Spilling, rolling, blurring, vanishing. It doesn't go well. I can't say it well. Unstepped rhymes, songs I won't sing here. In air I can't sing in, things that only vanish. I always stop. I can't stop walking. Always, always, even if I vanish. I can't let go. I can't stop thinking. You think it won't seep, but it seeps—malice You think it won't reach, but it reaches—envy Body fluids flowing from a grimy body The pain that flows onto that screen, not beauty Always, always, sickness that'd be better off vanishing This hand won't reach This voice won't reach Stopping, walking, ending