I have withdrawn. Out of the game. Erase my image. Rewrite my name. I can be invisible. The room service cleans. Sulley will bang on my door. With the cream.
I don't feel a thing walking on hot coals. No sensitivity in a fog of war. Try to unwind to enjoy the good life. But the pressure that I hold on my shoulders goes.
London fog and an empty suitcase. Choreography in Piccadilly. It's time to carve out a place in the sun. I'd like to hold my home where. The seasons never ever ever change.
There's a power in your voice. Or is it??. Send a telepathic thought. Like a lightning rod. In the distant blue. Smiling like you do. I will not disappear.