During the time of which I speak, it was hard to turn the other cheek to the close of insecurity. Feeling the cancer of my intelect, the blood of love was soon neglected, it lay dying in the strength of it's impurity. Meanwhile the friends we thought were so toghether left each other one by one on the road to fairer weather and we sit here in our storm and drink a toast to the chance of love's slim recovery. Babes soaked and boys choked like silence screaming in a dream I searched for our absolute distinction. Not content to bow and bend to the whims of culture that swoop like vultures eating us away, eating us away to our extinction.

~Some singer~