What did they see? What do they know? What could it be? That I don’t know. The sanctity of misery I want it. I can expose those who told. I want it, I want it. See no, speak no, hear no, evil. I need to know the secret. I need to know where they keep it. Lost in the dust is a must. Another mislead G.I. Another hired P.I. Another crushing goodbye. Generations of loose screws have a hold on you. It’s too scary to be among the few. A labrynth of choices with covert voices, telling you what to do. Another crushing goodbye. It doesn’t matter where you’re led, if you’re already dead. The words that have been read are only what you’ve been fed. The only thing that could ever change is us. Goodbye.