a low-lit sunday back in the country nwith nothing left to shake the tails. nacross the action bent on distraction nthere with thick thorny to tremble down. nlet's take this moment to react to ourselves nand make bold last-chosen decisions. nand when it all just explodes in our faces, nwe can lay on our floors and just laugh.nna long time fan not pushing the van nacross the endless [cassidy miles]??. nbut when the gameshark swims full of liquor and sin, nyou'll be lucky just to pay the bills. nnlet's take this time to react to our homes nand take chances left only for children. nwithout a rope we can not hang ourselves; nwe just strangle each other with lies.nnand where are all the actors now? nand where do they let smoke sting their eyes nin darken rooms that look just like minenlet's face it; you look like hell. nlet's face it; you look like hell.nnwhere do those behind the back smile?nwhere do they trade punches at night? nholding photographs as bleached out as mine. nlet's face it; you look like hell.nlet's face it; you look like hell.