Lock myself in the music.
Hope my fears can't see this.
Man my mind so clueless!
When It comes to this I'm Dangerous...

...is it Bad that...
I lost the key,
I love this  place,
I eat my dreams.

I know the top is the bottom
And the bottom is the top.

To stop my legs from wondering,
I cut some old routs off my block.

Just to get threw the thundering,
I played with twinks in woodstock.

But now  is it Bad that this is why i keep the door locked?