Years have a come and gone. Now I stand forward. More than I ever was.
Assault and reassemble. Mr. Paranoid. A real backseat driver. But, I had to
move out of there. Yea as fast as I can. Time waits for no one. When its
crawling up the walls. Bu t I never wanted this. I never wanted this. Lines
of amusement cracked on my face. Like some apalling beauty coming up out of
the floor, but you had to admit there was no explaining this there was no
explaining this, no clumsy moral corruption substitu ting the conscience