Imbalance (re-balanced) E

Lying outside, Body over to Pieces No care left for the fate of a Child 'cause no care left for the blade of Life No limits fucking for the clock pulse, No limits for the paper life I'm getting rid Of brain fever, it's time to I'm trying to Switch off the stream of thinking Lying Outside, Body over to Pieces Over the course Of the hundred decades I've been Tormented in my head, yeah Exhausted, blood is turned down to the Depths I wish I cried out to Hills What the Fuck's if I just manage To peek Into the elusive views? No prediction is preceded Never put off, Life is faded Break and balance Your consensus To Surroundings, love deserves to Grace Sink in the swamps Of invented domains I've lost all Contact with land, land Walking across on a slate of the Race Doesn't make sense if you're Sane No prediction is preceded Never put off, Life is faded Break and balance Your consensus To surroundings, Love deserves to bliss I'm Getting Rid of the fever, look here Cannot contain my Hands or face I'm getting rid of the fever, Look here Cannot contain my hands or face Blessed Are the Pure in heart But I can't taste the real Art Blessed are the pure in Heart But I can't taste The real Art