Spastic
He is holding his breath
And he is running spastic
Throw the dark because of Romans.
But it will all end faetly
There are whispers in his mined
He is deep in a dream
He is drown ding in a dream
Now he can’t sleep because of his mind
And that ends faetly
So he is loosing Romans
And is going spastic
Losing breath
I will die with Romans
And it is only perfect in dreams
But min end fately
So im losing breath
My longs are spastic
For my mined
Now it is time for my mined
To think of Romans
But it is so hard when I am spastic
I wish I would stop dreaming
And breath
Or I will die fataly.