you are sir you re a senator and senator you were right it s just a law not the word not the law i m learning how to speak again these words are only structures when you choose to frame them in and obviously the framers would agree you own a chair and you are not there you noble senator oh dear sir i m a librarian and while i do not know of law i know the things that make my stomach pitch and yaw if i were gavaged on hunger strike wrongly fired upon or sullied blindly by dongs i d hate us too and that s why i ve cornered you roman senator can you still hear with all the marks on your ears face me now i want to see you break it down i want to feel our stars colliding i want to see the sweat pour from your brow i ll let it go you re gonna see me lose control we do not fight for isolation have you seen the injuries i want to see your heart of gold again your heart of gold we are kind do you remember that i want to see your pro life bear no exception you grand old senator oh dear sir i m a librarian and i am not always right but ours is the story of the archer and the light