Well, it tasted like Creamsicle. Perhaps the giant radioactive insignia on the outside of the flask was meant to be a warning or something. After your sixth beer, you tend to ignore stuff like that.

What kind of twisted infinity loop have you managed to get yourself stuck in? Time seems to weave in and out like some kind of Gordian knot.

On an elevator, we exist in a perpetual uncertain state between different floors.

They try and find a way to reach you, but it's like concrete.

I'm not a trick of the shadows. You're the trick of light.

Or is this some sort of dream? "Sleep come soon, and white away the room." Perhaps this is a dream you shouldn't be having. Some doors are best left unopened.

When those who are supposed to protect us take advantage of us

Garys tune and lyrics, vocals guitars, Tom Bass, Johnny Keys YOU GO IN CIRCLES TO GET WHAT YOU NEED YOU LIKE TO CUT THEM DEEP THEN WATCH THEM BLEED A MEAN MISTREATER ALWAYS A ACE UP YOUR SLEEVE YOU NEVER LISTEN TO WHAT THEY SAY YOU…

We turned my goofy song about pine trees into something I love. :) It deserves a better mix, but here's the rough version.