i am not scared to be by myself here, in the world of meaningless. i am lying, why am i here, son of dog? i dont understand. why am i here? the ground smells old. the ground smells sound. but i am scared. it smells like a bodybag of tricks. the book. the songbook of sores, the hymnbook of whores says i am beautiful. i dance and no one gets it. i sing sonic and they cry. blood from the ears wont stop me. i am a song. listen. i am sorry it hurts, but dog made me beautiful, please stop crying and listen. i am beautiful. maybe not in the way you think, but trust me, i can sing songs that you cant dream of. slowly. the listen listens.