Happy the days when we were all connected by music.
And now, all scattered are we, strangers to our own souls.
I disown you, I disown me.
Here I am, floating in a miasma of strangers, stranglers, stragglers.
And yet, those answers you seek
are burnt into your soul,
and mine, and mine, and mine...
How lonely this journey is without friends and without Me.
