Sensually crazed, causticly scarred folk always question the righteous. The isolation kills them for they don't understand what it is like to be free. Freedom is like poetry. It lets you see things that you didn't notice before. For them it's like a parent that wont leave you alone. Always begging and tapping you on the shoulder to do something you don't wish to do. Open up your mind and you'll see. 

Up near the east coast where they bitch and wine

I met up with some friends and spent some time

Hung there like that until the hour got late

Lost 5oo dollars since Friday

Rain in the gutters

Flood up the street of this town 

And she's laughing

She's laughing

-Playoff of The Extra Glenn's Ultraviolet

Just beyond the end of the shore

There's an old man in a snore

I dreamt he awoke and gave me this note:

Youngsters grow weary with time

And he said, "I'm in dispair."

And I said, "Grow a pair."