Lights Out On Division Street.

Cut. Cut. Cut.

God, to cut. What a welcome release. Sometimes, like now, I miss it. I'm surrounded by density, and the edge of a razor always was the key to lightening my load.

But I'm so far past that. So above that. And yet it's still so appealing.

Shiver and burn, shiver and burn.

I don't know where I'm going. What I'm doing.

Spinning and spinning and spinning and spun.

Just show me the way.