I crave the madness
I love to lose my mind
I fear nothing
I will do anything, everything
I will know nothing
But it will all be so clear
Like a fog
A comfortable early morning mist covering the ugliness
It leaves random areas of clearness, sharpness
The rest is lost
You don't need it.
Run mad through the fog
Close your eyes if you must
Run fast and fearless
Run hard
Like your on fucking fire inside
Soon you will learn what is hidden in the fog in the most abrupt way.
A collision with yourself is imminent
