She lives right there off of Rutledge Avenue. She has a few friends but she only has a few. Her next door neighbor plays his music way too loud. She often complains but they play it anyhow.
I fall into a sacred rage to escape. The hells of the world made of puppets and fake. Death won't be to far now the seeds in my heart start to awake. So all I can do is be the man that the Lord brought me to today.