woke up ten minutes too late feels like this isn't my day problems this lack of spark finish last or never start procrastination delay the end no time like now to try again exhausted I'll tell you now this is going to hurt while I figure this out we'll keep going Just as planned do our best to meet demand eventually we fail to last not looking back no looking back circumstantial evidence the basis for your arguments half-hazardly display the facts not looking back no looking back technology Is failing me what happened to our conversations? all we had will never last do I deserve an explanation? everyone has jumped the gun sizing up the competition
Track Name: That High, That Quick
is it time for me to run towards that ever changing sun? i've only just begun to think i'll be someone. having all this fun is getting fucking old; i tried to change the mold, but always come up empty. there's no more i can accomplish here, get me away from. punching through my mirror in an attempt to see my reflection. finally make it clearer, and now i'm noticing that all i have is bloody hands and seven years of bad luck.