I close my eyes to find a place, where no one seems to see my face. Inside I ride the midnight tide, salty tears to taste. A sign behind a bright black star, for the ones who got this far. A crow upon the midnight road, a horse tearing down its stall. I open up I hear my cry I see all things around me fly. A deal to feel the golden wheel, I'll pay it back in time.
As fast as I'm going there's no chance of slowing me down. My feet are flying me closer to dying somehow.
What I can't anticipate, steadily accelerates. I play the spade at my own grave, crow upon the gate. I turn the key I get inside, holy steeple by my side. Around the sound of rain come down as hard as I could cry.
(C)
I bend my blood to move my skin, to move to stir my soul within. The one to gun the midnight run, all over before it's begun.
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