Vox (Speed Up)

Any soul feels earth through pain into dust before I imagine that it's better to wait how our Time is melt than the what is in the End. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. Was gardening my own garden, the tissue of stars. Wind through the dust and trees shake constellations Of mine. Cold blooded flowers. I gazed at greenish purple, Pink, red rocks and gamblers. Then walk straight up. Then walk straight up. Then walk straight up. Then walk straight up fast. Any soul feels earth through pain into dust before I imagine that it's better to wait how our Time is melt than the what is in the End. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. Was gardening my own garden, the tissue of stars. Wind through the dust and trees shake constellations Of mine. Cold blooded flowers. I gazed at greenish purple, pink, Red rocks And gamblers. Then walk straight up. Then walk straight up. Then walk straight up. Then walk straight up Fast.