Pumping blood in and out,
Pulse.
Rushing Refuge from danger,
Rise.
Striving through the wilderness,
Stop.

Can you imagine a world beyond here,
Fear.
Wont you come if i just call,
Wander.
If for not, then not for all,
Future.

Thats all there is,
One theme under ruffled flames.
For what is his,
Is who he blames.
For what is not,
Cannot be caught.

Left again,
Just pull the lever.
Left alone,
Just run away.
Thats the feeling of pumping blood,
Thats the feeling of unearthly feelings flood.
 
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