we've
turned our hands to guns
trade in our
thumbs for ammunition; I must forewarn you
OF MY DISORDER
ormy condition,cause - - - - - -when the sun sets, it upsets what's left of
my invested interest ///////
interested in putting my
fingers to my head, the solution is, I see a whole
room
of these muant kids; fused at the wrist, I simply tell them they
should shoot at this
SIMPLY
SUGGEST MY CHEST AND THIS CONFUSED MUSIC,
IT'S,»
OBVIOUSLY BEST FOR THEM TO
TURN
THEIR GUNS TO A FIST