Voices from the dead reverberate to hang off walls within my head and I am being led down darkened streets, the chatter scatters everywhere,my brains explode, I'm loaded,locked in casket town, on the top floor going down. but then I smell fresh aubergine and realise a dream is underway, I know sunrise never lies to me,not surprisingly the voices of the dead reinvent themselves, become the racket on the radio that lays beside my bed, unlocked unloaded unexploded I am still the bomb.