The Power of Hormonal Balance
The body baffles me with the timing that it has. A computer chip moving organs collected in one mass. And it tunes in to the world, and it tunes into the world

Battle scars are not that far from preserving inner wars. Some displayed, some feel pain and some are never worn. But they're all the same, but they're all the same

No one know the demons that showed their faces day to day. You're alright, they're out of sight, contentness is starting to stay. But you can still recall, but you can still recall

Forget the when and why, I'll just focus on now. I'll make them stop and wonder who I am and how? This is a test of strength, this is a test of strength