Rolling by like bullets on the drive by
Self-inflicted emotional damage
Side by side does it define
Bursting at the brim
Simmering ready boil
Ready not done
Blowing the top
Construction to the heart
The blueprints burnt to a crisp
Holding on to the insanity
Craving for the chaos
Waiting for Destiny
Shall I be free?
From this insane insanity
Let me breathe
Those deep breaths
To conquer the najs desires
To hold it tight, that light
The Noor to hope
Holding tight is my breath
Fear of the suffocation
Hoping for serenity
To heal the heart
To conquer the anger
To seek the wisdom
To want peace
Everlasting peace
This is what is destined
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