Day 1
Dead End City

Came off the bus... broke tracks here... never thought I'd find another place like this... its been 15 years... too long... but... no other place left to go really... gotta make due.

The room I rented here... belongs to some old lady who hides behind her door... haven't seen her yet... think I never will... better that way... less... pictures of me float’in around in someone’s head... dead or alive... so she can keep her door… never liked to look at an old lady anyways… wouldn’t have ended up here if I did… but… you know that already.

Don't care to much for it really... the whole cover... that's not it really... we know that... they know that... someth'ins got to break this ice. Like I always say... you can't force someone to give... what they wanna give you anyways. No... that's not it... I wanna know... what they don't want to give... and take that from them... and then… watch what happens... when it all falls apart.

If you were here... then you would be someth'in other than the color in my mind... like pain glass... fractured... hurtfull... deeply... green... green... Violet... is the night.