So Says I

An address to the golden door I was strumming on a stone again, Pulling teeth from the pimps of gore When hatched a tragic opera in my mind, And it told of a new design in which every soul is duty bound To uphold all the statutes of boredom Therein l

I can't shy away from this though I really wish I could I think it'd do us all some good I have every intention of going where I go left, left, right, left Sometimes I miss it There, I said it But I'm not a broken heart, I just wanted to be alone I'm