Drop

Running round and round again I've got a flashback in my pocket

Holding back another tied up tongue behind feelings

My pocket sits, the clock it ticks, I'm knockin on a stop sign with

A fist of all I knew before I thought it

Oh the end is round the corner, where it always seems to dare, I am aware, I am aware

Voices scream in every way, in a colorful screen in a colorful way

Your breath is free to sway in the breeze

Golden locks in melting pots, with a poisonous medicine

Your sea of thoughts all just become a stream

Oh each second's getting shorter, but we move too slow to care, are you aware, are you Aware

Black hole assuming order, puzzle piece fit in a stare