Blood on the walls It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out Into the dark room he doesn't control And don't see and don't choose to see his work He won't hesitate for a minute to reach for everything he ever wanted He could be that star, he could be the one No complications when the game is won, he sees City lights in an instant, he's going to light the night into a fire As he turns them down with a pitiful look Blessed nitroholic in a pickup truck, he burns He burns Stand or fall, anger says it all Dance to his groove, moral on the move Animal-like and he knows it Still he covers it up when he shows it He's got time to spare as he's turning it up No hesitation as he's ready to drop, he screams Undefined and somewhat normal Still he's not aware he is mortal He's got eyes that glow with a beautiful light A mechanical spin roaring in the night, he burns He burns Blood on the walls It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out Into the dark room he doesn't control And don't see and don't choose to see his work Fuel driven to expand Memories burning in a mind-like tin can, it's hard to see Mechanical addict, a drug of choice Somatic/dynamic, it turns into an institution It's hard to forgive blind perspective Evolve to conceive machine of beauty Veins bleedin' blood red, electrified Human yet still bred, full automatic Concept of mind Anger grows in time Dance to his groove Moral on the move Out of his mind for a minute It seems like nobody is willing to let him spin it With a pounding heart in a body of steel The mechanical spin with a mind at the wheel He sees the... Blood on the walls It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out Into the dark room he doesn't control And don't see and don't choose to see his work
Blood on the walls It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out Into the dark room he doesn't control And don't see and don't choose to see his work He won't hesitate for a minute to reach for everything he ever wanted He could be that star, he could be the one No complications when the game is won, he sees City lights in an instant, he's going to light the night into a fire As he turns them down with a pitiful look Blessed nitroholic in a pickup truck, he burns He burns Stand or fall, anger says it all Dance to his groove, moral on the move Animal-like and he knows it Still he covers it up when he shows it He's got time to spare as he's turning it up No hesitation as he's ready to drop, he screams Undefined and somewhat normal Still he's not aware he is mortal He's got eyes that glow with a beautiful light A mechanical spin roaring in the night, he burns He burns Blood on the walls It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out Into the dark room he doesn't control And don't see and don't choose to see his work Fuel driven to expand Memories burning in a mind-like tin can, it's hard to see Mechanical addict, a drug of choice Somatic/dynamic, it turns into an institution It's hard to forgive blind perspective Evolve to conceive machine of beauty Veins bleedin' blood red, electrified Human yet still bred, full automatic Concept of mind Anger grows in time Dance to his groove Moral on the move Out of his mind for a minute It seems like nobody is willing to let him spin it With a pounding heart in a body of steel The mechanical spin with a mind at the wheel He sees the... Blood on the walls It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out Into the dark room he doesn't control And don't see and don't choose to see his work
