Do you ever wonder when the damage will be done?
Do you ever feel like one times one times one?
Do your eyes scrape the pavement as you shuffle from the sun?
Does your breath walk behind you when the dialog is done?
Are you somewhat uninhibited, are you somehow unfree, are you like me?
Are you a pile of loose brown leaves waiting to be blown, ready to disown?
Are you grounded by the comforts of home?
Are you covered in a strangling snow?
Are you somewhat uninhibited, are you somehow unfree, are you like me?
