The time is behind me now and night turns to day- dance parties end and the craziness of my illusions dull. Hyper automatic is the pistol of my tongue and the words that cursed me when I was young have burnt a hole where I let out my soul -The bondage I tell myself in lies wrapped up tight I held my breath - I wanted to scream out loud but nothing spills out instead- silent shouts and lullabys to still my mind as disasters unravels on the banks of this time.