I am lunatic, I am safe
I have a barrier, Oh god it’s great.
Walled is my vision, Stoned is my will
I fear to look up cos space never ends.
Satisfaction is an evil,
Complacence, its attribute.
Negative child it breeds,
With dormant mutation in the gene.
Stagnancy is a disease,
Mostly undisputed.
A calamity can throw you away
The epidemic will kill.
There can be no trigger,
There is no gun.
I am clobbered by frustration,
I cannot retreat.
The surmounting lamentation
Presses me to attempt.
Blank is it all about
Cold is its nature
Hope is its savior
An attempt is
Attribute to temptation