Eleven Months. Now She's Gone Gone As

I Tell You Such Fine Music Waits In The Shadows Of Hell.

I Wasn’t Going Anywhere And Neither Was The Rest Of The World. We Were All Just Hanging Around Waiting To Die And Meanwhile Doing Little Things To Fill The Space. Some Of Use Weren’t Even Doing Little Things. We Were Vegetables.

…he Was Always High On Drugs. I Was Not A Drug Man, But In Case I Wanted To Hide From Myself For A Few Days, I Knew I Could Get Anything I Wanted From Him.

Well, We Lost It, And That’s All There Is To That.

No Matter How Little A Man Has He Will Find That He Will Always Settle For Less.