An after thought ahead by one calling out at the mess you've made while choking on the sound. The day the world folded in on itself it's such an acquired taste sealed with an acrylic ruse but how long will it last? It's like I can't escape it's coming, unless you show me how. We're lost, wandering in this calico ghost town. Access to all areas torment on skip repeat I can still remember back when our tongues were film strips waiting to be developed. Let this happen because this is it. Let me in. Show me how.