Some People Seem To Fade Away But

What Politics I Ever Learned, I Learned In The Streets, Because It Was Part Of The Environment.

I Just Try To Understand That Tomorrow Is Another Day.

Every Nerve In My Body Is So Vacant And Numb/i Can't Even Remember What It Was I Came Here To Get Away From/don't Even Hear A Murmur Of A Prayer/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.

The Pump Don't Work Cause The Vandals Took The Handle

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.