This is the west end avenue, welcomes you
A race track for little new gods
Paving their way
Through the middle east of my mind
Please stop, stop talking
Don't block the box
Please stop, stop moving
Don't box the block
Don't bleed too much
In the middle of the race
Two ants decided to stop
Thinking it can't really be so far away
And certainly not far gone
I want to live the kind of life
You could write about
Effortlessly leaking out
My second hand heart
Be kind and leaf me away
Raise your head and under
Stand on your hands
Just say the word
Please stop
Become a fear inside my head and peek
Stay where you are, we'll hide and seek