Burning a hole in the back of my neck
It will
I cut your wings the moment you think that you
I think today might be the day we’ll see it
You win the prize for being the first one
I wash
No time to read the small print
wouldn't understand it anyhow
A
When you lose the first round
you call yourself reborn
Do you
Running out of solutions
Conscious or carried away?
Classify, separate, codify
Gone
The last few ones I was depending on
Shut down by
Go – and leave yourself behind
Pride – a useless state