Have you ever been a victim in a violent fight. When you know it's not true and you know it's not right. Got not one ounce inch of control. You got lust for blood runnin' in your soul. You know if every person upon this earth. Became the image of the mother in a violent birth. We could sow the seed toss up the sand. And heal this brutal beat-up land. If there's a place to be why don't you come with me. Listen to your father listen to your brother. Take every chance that comes maybe you'll find someone. We don't need to argue we just need each other. There's a mirror on the table if you feel you could use it. Don't be ashamed go ahead just do it. Protect your cranium let it explode. Put your faith in the mother lode. Now if all this seems to be eccentric. Be aware be sure I meant it. The tunnel of love has got no end.