No Slow Motion

Distortion of Perception

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Used to be of black,
No sun through my window
Pressed the button once
Spiked by something, I didn't know

They pressed the "play" of my life
Moving fast, nothing seemed
In slow motion

Getting fast, but nothing's still
Missed the train of their beliefs
Still walking alone on ice
Will I ever take a breath

Hardly ever lost control
In the screen they call life
Wait for someone pres the pause
Scene number one played over and over

Slow motion, slow motion….