kind of high keeps me still   clanging on exhaustion   kind of lie keeps me still   shouting out objection   kind of slag you keep it   with full of smiling fate   dirty face   no hands to grab that reflection            some of pricks stay there   growing up salvation   some of tricks to cheat   to greet Get out of my life   i am here, here and there   to spit out starvation   doubt can help grow you up   its your solution!            in my eyes   blood spits bolting around   and i pick out one by one   in my eyes nothing can spell it in right way   now i close my book down      i cannot swallow, its spinning   speak deep head   for what i wasted last   weak beep sneer   for what he believed in past   he cries "look out look out"   my ears split in two   he cant get out   get out of its breeze   how can i   react to that empty mind?