Show me to your town from Pleasant to Gratiot and everyway in between show to me your past for it leads to your path everything you leave behind makes you the personality that stands before your gasp look at the sky swirling spinning crash those goes the sounds of nature pouring down upon our puppets brings you to a time when the world came around about for you to thrive but then it was away and now you've been searching for your strings because without your nothing but a lifeless nothing
