Draw the map, memorise the plan. We'll take the back streets down tot he sand.

Reactions automatic and I suffocate on the social static, 'cos I never wanted

to go! and don't ask me, 'cos I already know and the reaction's automatic and I

gotta forget myself. You  judge what you don't understand and judgement's a gun

in your hand. Can't fight juxtaposition with my two minds as a weapon, 'cos I

never wanted to know what haunts my mind or taunts my soul. Said or systematic?

I gotta, gotta, gotta forget myself. Monsters don't just crawl from under the

bed, they don't lurk round dark corners they are human like you and me. We

don't like to admit, but we are not all just products of our environment. Let

the truth rain down and rip you out of a dream. Don't you know the reality is

that we are all vermin to sliding degree? A genetic predisposition brought this

madness to it's fruition, could the sick seed of this plantation grow among all

of us?