What've we got to lose after we've sold ourselves to the cold cells of objective confinement? What've we go to say after 12 hour days in the callous grip of the wage? How can we know what we want to be when we don't even know what we're eating? When abuse comes beating in cycles, feeding through the black holes of television sets? We try our very best to get by, And For What? Where do we go to retrieve our souls when it is we ourselves withholding Love from each other?