Its that skip or the heart as they enter the room,
That nervous shuffle as they look your way...

*I found this and quite a few others in the back...
Falling...

The curse,
of this putrid flesh...

How is it that the rush of adrenaline can be so...
How is it that the smell of rubber can be healing...

*I found this and quite a few others in the back...
When you say goodbye...

*I found this and quite a few others in the back...
I look around me...

Speed.
The one thing that cures all...

I'm finally free,
this burden that weighed me down...

Wheels spinning,
rubber burning...

What do you do if theres no one to talk to?
do you bottle it all up...

Here in the dark I wait,
with the eternal gloom surrounding me...

Through the valleys and the hills,
the fields and the trees...