.... you're an idiot.... go on shoot i wanna hear it whats your excuse [ i.ve never felt close to you i never could you built a wall between us (the top always just out of reach) or maybe imagination built it the stone of fright mortar of delusion ] tell me to hold up the mirror look to the glass hear my own whispers evoking sympathy and sorrow busy now got it all now no need for me now carry on without me now