I decide to listen to the voices in my head. Strange hallucinations I avoid. The people and the places, the living and the dead. Can I find some truth within the noise?.
Panhandle, pedal faster. Playing cards, listen, master. Pointed gun, aim to please. No one talking, no one sees. Take a stand and collect. The images and imageless.
If you want it to be, you've got to stand here by me. But if you wanted to leave, go on and make yourself free. If you want me to plead, you see me down on my knees.