Time goes by depression, choosing wise length breaths, I Just walk one meter down a sort of quick-earth-ground. Looking backward and forward for those things I have forgiven myself between long steps, crossin' on this lane. It's a lucky chance finding good words backwards: my body is blank, full of nothing, non-sense is my own fault. Hallucination trails coming up next. I mean this is just wasting time. Let me remain again. So, I used to play with insane toys hoping my body doesn't grind. But I only wonder if my silent calls I only wonder if you tear along now. But you stay locked up with hope in tomorrow, you have a key to save your own life from big damage lighting in your eyes. Time goes by depression, it looks fast & comfortable to play and reply, that's how my jingle sounds. I flow into fresh waters, trying to turn my troubles into sleep, I go back up a mindless trip away. I drag on drama dream depression, I rise up in your lawn