The subway is the way
The sun rays in the day
The fires in the way
No, don't be afraid
Bloods dripping off my face and taste
Nearly kill myself with my poisonous ways
But my mind won't let me die
When I'm low my mind's high
But what he don't know
I am high when I am in low
Bloods dripping off my face and taste
Nearly leave my mind with my escape
But my mind won't let me say bye
When I'm low my mind's high
But what he don't know
I am high when I am in low
Been trying to go out of the red
Been trying to run out of my head
Been trying to go on the death
Been trying to go out of the red
The subway is the way
The sun rays in the day
The fires in the way
No, don't be afraid
The way is dark but there is fire
The way is dark but it becomes whiter
I need my eyes to see a complete dark
In order to see the light and the spark
New life is the answer for all of this
But this life is holding my wrists
Death is the escape wish
But this life is holding my wrists
Been trying to go out of the red
Been trying to run out of my head
Been trying to go on the death
Been trying to go out of the red
The subway is the way
The sun rays in the day
The fires in the way
No, I won't be afraid
This is my last escape
Dead and be awake
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c a t a s t r o p h e
Poetry"A boat sailing on an ocean floor, trying to resist the big tidal waves and stormy winds". A poetic picture that illustrates this very poetry collection. Ready to pass through this catastrophe.
