So Brad, tell me what's going on in your world?. . It's fucked up, I'm looking at myself in the mirror. I'm seein' something scary, it's slowly comin' clearer.
I wake up every day,. But I don't want it that way. I take my thoughts to the round about. Cause me and them we like to get out. Oh what you do in your head,.
The sound is on the visions move. The image dance starts once again. They shuffle with a bovine grace and glide in syncopation. Just living lines from books we've read.