Where Some God Pissed A Rain Of

People With No Morals Often Considered Themselves More Free, But Mostly They Lacked The Ability To Feel Or Love.

The Streets Were Full Of Insane & Dull People. Most Of Them Lived In Nice Houses And Didn't Seem To Work, And You Wondered How They Did It.

As The Spirit Wanes The Form Appears

My Heart Is A Thousand Years Old. I Am Not Like Other People.

I Drive Around The Streets An Inch Away From Weeping, Ashamed Of My Sentimentality And Possible Love.