Can I run down the race of a different soul
win the race he was meant to, cause I race better
Shake hands with stranger things
& sleep with ghost
Settling my faith in absent phenomenon
It's my mission
to taste every distinct air
It was vision
old man saying spread your arms
& fill all the EMPTY SPACE
Still on the ride higher then Eiffel Tower
dizzy by the sound of beating heart
Lack of hope burning all my brains
walking on the wire with no desire
I'm planning for funreal
of all lost days
Eyes are turning cruel
heart has stayed sane
& I'm filling all the EMPTY SPACE
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