Look how the ruts cling to my footsteps. The fatal invisible tool, by which we define. We fight for our approval. And fear our removal from the safety of fools.
i don't know how long it takes all i know is that i can't wait much longer i don't know what it take all i can hope is the pain will only make us. stronger is it the air in my breath that makes you afraid that i'm about to say what i never should say.
The Beat goes on -. (originally by the Buddy Rich Band). . Drums keep poundin a rhythym to the brain. laigadadeee laigadadaa. . Charles ???? was once a rage aha.