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I spent the winter on the verge of a total breakdown while living in norway I felt the darkness of the black metal bands but being such bum of a man I didn't burn down any old churches just slept way too much just slept my mind rejects your frequency, it started craziness to me is it a soul, a fever? the tv man is too loud, I'm faintly sleeping on a cloud you turn the dial, I'll try and smile we live in plastic weather, this family sticks together we will escape from the south to the west side my mind rejects your frequency, it's just verbosity to me ah... I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book while trying to restructure my character because it had become vile to its creator and through many dreadful nights I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of and waiting for some high time to come again (dirty old child, oh, stay away don't play your games with me I am older now, I see the way you operate if you don't hurt me, then you die...)