This is a true confession of a man that lost his mind. A real regression when it's you that you left behind, but now I'm moving. Now I'm moving. Now I'm moving.
It's a weird position. It's a matter you can't contain. A self-repression when your soul wants to hop the train, but now we're moving. Now we're moving. Now we're moving on.
Oh my God I put the world on stop. Somehow I've got to add to something. One time before the curtain drops I'm alright. I'm alright.
This is a true confession of a man that lost his mind. A minor question to leave and never look behind But now I'm moving. Now we're moving. Now we're moving on and on and on.
Oh my God I put the world on stop. Somehow I've got to add to something. One time before the curtain drops I'm alright. I'm alright.
What do you mean I lost my mind. This ain't no game. No. What do you mean I lost my mind. I just can't let go.
Oh my God I put the world on stop. Somehow I've got to add to something. One time before the curtain drops I'm alright. I'm alright.
Oh, this ain't no game...
Compositor: Sean Michael Fournier ECAD: Obra #20444368