Crowded boom in the echoless room. A thought inside. Fraying somewhat inside defeated dreams. A restless heart. A new decay to drift into open air. Pennies and cents. Nobody dies. If anybody lives, they live alone. There's no one else to pick up the pieces. There's no one at home.

Likes to show a little hand. Likes this special company. Waits until they're alone. Waits for the kill. You'll only hear about it later after he makes his leave. He makes his money from you.......you just have to be careful