Sometimes I feel so alone, like the feelings in my soul will forever go unsold. And then my heart is wet like fuel from a turbo-jet that's just been lit 'cuz I saw your face and hit the ignition... burnt to crisp all my wants and needs of this. My life has been an open wound salt-blasted by your sea-water monsoon of hate and rage... I circumvent like Hitler to just punishment. Here I sit and think again of things I left at home in bed.