Hey ms Macy , I hear you looking for me , the barber said you mentioned me around the parted sea , hello ms Macy must you always say my name , go press repeat again and again when drifting down the lane , just simply ring my Telly and speak the message please and ask me the questions you want to request of me !

As I sit burned by my own reflection , tripping on the endless remote activity I dive into and pinch the edges of a constant rainfall . Holla at the free space I call my own defected reality .. Have a bond with the head case , eat a meal with a hag , and yell at the air I struggle to inhale in . Who sitting in the sun , who has this light that razes my skin . Sitting in the bitter range of motion I called life ...

Break the glass of a broken heart and take the shackles off , and cast out the demons of the natural cold sore heart , the wrath brings the horror and the damned locked away . And heaven won't release the angels of the good and hearty clan , frankly I'll be daring and link the rusted chain , and clash the numb immortals that linger around my dream !

Danger in the out field , I hear the voices calling , reach out for the spirit man that lurks and stands tall stalling . Thinking of a person who travels through the light , freeing all the young folks who leak the blood of life . Danger in the out field , I heard those voices yell .. The last of the lost children running away from hell !