damned these vultures with glistening eyes menacingly roving the dreams and the pain and your worn out name something has gone wrong and it chafes me and enslaves me no matter what this is not going to change me i find myself somewhere lying naked in the wild woods along an ever flowing stream with all of my warm desires and my cold nostalgic dreams and when they stay and when they stay i ll live through a thousand deaths if my head was silent and if my eyes were closed the visions of reality wouldn t speak with such a vile relentless voice but i have figured out the decline so the damage is done what i saw would not be but the things i hide is all i see what i saw would not be but the things i hide is all i see1