I've got this swirl of destiny, this sorrowful thing, the future the past and the truth my death. It's quite simple honestly,
a matter of course, the grim dense stupidity of a brick and the dark road that leads to a certain nowhere. Tell me my name,
that I can trust the void, nowhere somewhere and in the end sunlight.
Sure you can old friend. It's not the past. The crown might be crooked at the last though it's the future too. I promise.
Trust the claw, the snarl, the lazy grin. Here and there I'm the has been.