Message, In Between The Waiting Time

Surreal lunacy, Mc Gyver style, looking for fake heroes with shinning auras which give you the bitter look or just simply will look away, I'm not talking about collections, I'm not talking about fate, I'm not talking about business, I'm not talking talking about models that spitefully look away, I'm just the lonely passenger talking about what his mind throws when tries to run away.

Bitter with no sweet, burning with no relief, accelerating with not even a brake, it's odd and it's tall, is the power you can't control, the minions looking for a target, the floodgates with nothing to keep, it's your mind telling you to scream and your throat useless by the lack of blood and the lack of heat.