Now the sun is burning. In deepest space. That's the way things are. Through a storm I called you. It fell each day. I didn't get so far. My words get blown away.
Down is where they want to see you. Down is where they want to keep you. Down, somber and silent. Faith is used against you. . Faith is a line that they feed you.
(S. Weedman). . It's raining again, here in my hotel. I guess I'm a little lonely and I don't feel very well. Maybe this time I'm really dying, now wouldn't that be swell.