"i've seen a lot, but not quite as much as her. to top it off the memory and the imagination blur. but i know she's been put through hell, i can feel it. and i know she's touched heaven as well trying to steal it. it came on and it taught her a song, strung her along, and caught her when that guard was gone. now to the break of dawn, she wants to feel that fix. and all the family and friends are tryin' to seal them lips. but i'm not dumb i can hear that train come from miles away, setting up obstacles to stop the arrival. i'm gonna blow up this iron and wood road, from what i understood those be the orifice of it's survival. my recital, another tantrum. 'cause she's highly excitable, swinging moods at random, no happy endings, always off to a bad start. addictive. voyeuristic to the trackmarks."
