Why deal? and then appeal? to pirate along and it's not alive I don't know if I can lead the wielder beast and he's white soggy lies and I'm awake it's hot in here tonight and there's not a lot of light- what are you? and what is he? apposed to work and I sit aloud moats of rays and in my way the wings collide and it's lonley seems to be that we could eat the world of war and I'm wound