You Win A While, And

And I'll Bury My Soul In A Scrapbook, With The Photographs There And The Moths.

Take One Step To The Side And It's All Absurd.

You Can Say That I've Grown Bitter But Of This You Can Be Sure. The Rich Have Get Their Channels In The Bedrooms Of The Poor. And There's A Mighty Judgement Coming But I May Be Wrong.

This Mental Space Is Occupied And Everything Is Mine.

You Are Locked Into Your Suffering And Your Pleasures Are The Seal.