Sometimes accidents are happy, sometimes they are not, I want to trust you, please, I want to be truthful, witout being hurt, I'm sorry for not being normal. You could at least pretend to care. Please let silence fill the air. I thought birds raised from the ground with wings of liberty? Flying whales and titanic skeletons, hit the rock and spin it twice, do books dream of furniture? Nonsense! Tear apart those words turn them on their head, show them what lies one thousand billion light years under their pencils! Please let me trust you, I'm doing as told, I thought you wanted me to be happy? Oh what a waste. Architecture