……You’ll go crazy if you say this, to get inside what am I to pay with, my soul made cold as charcoal, for whom the bell tolls, it was the devil I chose, even though a mink kept me cozy, my cheeks was still rosy, it was the hate that froze me, not the good, but the bad that knows me, I walk through the streets that composed me, true ignorance controls my every act, my only thumbnail in life was pierced with a tac, stuck on life’s highway with a flat, in a car with no jack, is it my birthrights that has me bound with no way back, than maybe it was my soul that was jacked, cause I can’t remember; whether it was June or December, maybe man hadn’t developed months, I sense apart of me was here before we were tree hopping doing stunts, memories come too fast in a bunch, but I sense I come from a time when existence was lived in a crunch, and I may have been another creature’s lunch.