When I was younger I lived in fear. That incarceration of some kind is near. I checked my head in tact with rules. I nearly became a goddamn fool. . But I've heard voices not in the head.
I am a foreigner. And I'm walking through new streets. But before I want to I see the same deeds. Inherited by few a power machine. That crushed and strangles you right in your sleep.
If we are here not to do. What you and I wanna do. And go forever crazy with it. Why the hell are we even here?. . There was never any good old days. They are today, they are tomorrow.