I'm lying myself,
It's regression itself:
I'm going down
With the mythical town,
Situating my head,
Killing me instead
Of helping to rise:
Such an awful surprise.

I need my "bullet time"
To stop an awful crime
Against my soul,
'Cause it have to be cold.
I must have my heart frozen,
I must not be chosen
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