Gone off to sleep they have, my loved ones. I lay down these fears I' ve had since I was just a boy. Scribblings in the pages scream out at you. You' ve seen this, and you know this to be true. At last you' ve finally learned that "Stones" song. You crash and you burn, and you don't slow down for the turn. You constantly contemplate what's best. The good life, or the hell that you detest. The band always wrecks the song like a dirty string. Snaps when you need it most, and slits your wrist as it rings. Mind you what's behind you. It's gonna find you. You don't slow down for the turn.
