I disappear, I lost control, My body's moving, On it's own. I watch myself, Walk away, A poor spirit, took my place. And he's there, Inside the door, So my exits is riding my pulse. Burst

Understand, I don't care if I meet you And you don't care if we meet It's just conversation We're not so compatible But at least we know And we don't care Syntax lies No difference in art and