Food, water, mp3s, burned cds, laptops, cheap feelings, flashing lights, cell phones, and screens, marquees, illuminated distractions(sirens, and dogs barking at car horns), impatience, too self centered obligation to hurry up and feed the ego, the daydream is extinct, the drugs, the hippies, the hell they create, the ignorant, intolerable pain, lost rhythms of nature, and the flow of the soul, is justified by the need to be at work on time, no one trusts each other, this country was stolen, now the thieves use it to fight over who's a minority, forgetting this place belongs to the natives, a tribe must conquest its own home, and the earth must swallow us all, it's a pity, health care is a joke, wages are dropping, prices are rising, it's all common knowledge, but they keep on fighting with the same weapons, the same system, always fails, never pay close enough attention to the heartbeat, to the self, to the centers of ourselves, an imbalance , an overload, a payroll falls, and a dream suffers, another stomach ulcer, stress, no sleep, left to wander, giving up on all that is hopeful, replacing life with dollars, dogs on leashes with collars, to impose a pretty sight to a tragic reality, and all I wanted was to let you listen to the whole album, to show you how to appreciate a piece of art that changed me, that which was only accomplished by obtaining the patience to follow the rhythm of the soul, it wants the best for you, I know you were hungry, and sometimes life hurts, but I just wanted you to feel something, and know that your pain is a distraction from what you need to know, and while we're on the topic, it felt like getting shot in the face while praying for the person who shot you, that song is sacred to me, it has something about it, you know the one I tried to play you, the one you shut in the middle, and ran off in apologies, in an inconsiderate of the emotion sort of way, to get back to the filled belly bloated satisfaction which destroys you bite by bite, by keeping you alive in here, or hell, or the wrath of your self, or how bout that one on halloween, the one I made, you needed that, and I needed that, and my drummer needed that, and you know he didn't know, because the drugs you kept him high with made him forget, made another one lose their purpose, and their key to understanding, and you knew somewhere in your wicked soul, that the final emotion which needed closure, was a split second away before you pulled the plug, your mistakes are a consequence of your subconscious guilt, dislike, and mistrust of someone who is free, and tried letting you see into their soul, to fly with my free spirit, I guess this is why I never jumped, cause the day after, I'd probably have found the answer, the answer to why you and the rest of the jagged jaded jewels, have lost the ability to sense, the urgent and precious need to read peoples moods, you are out of balance, and you are out of rhythm, and you are out of focus. I just wanted to play you the song that made me realize this. I wanted to help bring you closer to a truth that will eat you till you can look it in the eye and bite it's fucking head off. I wanted to play you my favorite song in context of the album. I wanted to make sense of the disaster we heard right before that. Listen, if you can, I just wanted to play you the song that changed my life. That's all.