Accidentagram

Roam
The lunatic’s way
Benumbed by true reason
Roam the city half-dead
Head full of empty
Is what I’ve become
Jupiter God measures my pain
Runs through my veins is the blood of a human animal
Run
For what I’ve become bows to no caesar
And it’s no accident
Oceans of people part when I show
Material god belittles my pain
Shame in the face of remorse
They are tired manacles
Shame in the face of remorse
They are tired manacles
Shame in the face of remorse
They are tired manacles
Shame in the face of remorse
They are tired manacles