Want to exist in outer space?
Where my face would be replaced by the rays of sunlight scattered through this place. It's been wasted.
Although I've been gun-shy, word-wise, and all but a good guy.
I could pass time working past midnight. Stop when the police come, I commit crimes.
Something went wrong that day, when you crossed my path I stayed the same; I didn't change. I left my secrets far away, keep them safe.
Don't trust what I can't thrust or bust upon, inside, or up.
Can't silence all this luster. I'm one hundred percent hustler.
Want to exist in outer space? If it's hate, I'm okay.
Just when were in space I can't control my brain.
It's just fate. I'm asking for a date to say when I won't be okay. Walk away. Take a trip inside a cave.
Carve your name in such a way that makes the future people think that you're from space or insane. Don't wake up cuz then the monsters will awake. Disobey. Make me kill myself in rage. Red and Gray.
Quitting cigarettes was better yesterday.
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