pickaway palace where the bars are cold, demons turned to lose souls where marvelance is blasphemy to some, some play pretty some stay dumbed to mind altering things, what a day when the young boys play in the attire of dark curddled stings.. wheres the love where the stream's flow polite, where day turns to night i havent no more clues.. one for one two for two what a dream to be alive me young friend.....