Message from your spinal cord: It's too fuckin cold man! Re-programme, re-programme! You lost your Mind and now youve lost control. One more time I feel my eyes watch my gut getting smaller as I'm Getting lower and lower, and lower and low and behold it's the end of waiting for the day when I Can live at peace with myself, heat my room and fill my shelves. Give me some room! Don't know if it's my impending doom. I'm home but I'm homeless, I'm lost but not hopeless and shit's all falling down. Yes, shit's all falling down. No more falling out with high strung believers of bullshit, Don't do it for the worship, and I know that there's worse shit. Live in vain and die in pain, we're alike, we're all the same. It's such a crying shame how you can turn your face away on the thing obviously meant to bring you better days. Mind yourself, mind yourself