Mechanical spin phenomenon - Mnemic

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