it gives me room to think, to realize myself in the lyrics, to relate in the agression of the
Voice, in the style of instrumental useage, to connect poet to poet, if only for 3 to 4 minutes
it was not my choice, it was not my Voice that left you in the lonely void, you called for what I had to say but ignored my words now you must Live with the burns, had it been my way, you been healed in my arms but I dont control you but r