Me, I try to see, out of the confines of this room. This room, has no windows, four blank walls, a ceiling and coke for company. That is want is left to me! I, plead, for help. For my only exit from here, I have no hope This room, has become, my home. Which you would polietly call hell. Oh, well! I don't know, how I came to be here. It seems to be just one of those things that I got, while I was on my way.... on my way....
Elec. lead and rythym