Time goes by depression,

choosing wise length breaths,

I Just walk one meter down

a sort of quick-earth-ground.

Looking backward and forward

for those things I have forgiven myself

between long steps, crossin' on this lane.

It's a lucky chance finding good words backwards:

my body is blank, full of nothing,

non-sense is my own fault.

Hallucination trails coming up next.

I mean this is just wasting time.

Let me remain again.

So, I used to play with insane toys

hoping my body doesn't grind.

But I only wonder if my silent calls

I only wonder…if you tear along now.

But you stay locked up with hope in tomorrow,

you have a key to save your own life

from big damage lighting in your eyes.

Time goes by depression,

it looks fast & comfortable

to play and reply, that's how my jingle sounds.

I flow into fresh waters,

trying to turn my troubles into sleep,

I go back up a mindless trip away.

I drag on drama dream depression,

I rise up in your lawn