Lyric discussion by Wilf_x 

Morning breaks after a long, hot summer night, spent on our cabin floor, spoiling the sacred peace. The sun filters through the windows

like swords ripping through his flesh in a frenzy. He vainly attempts to hold back the demons holding him back, but perhaps it's too late,

because his friends have already fled the cabin, leaving him little time to react for he hears children's voices on the hills in the forest approaching

quickly. So he answers with regret as he's done before and he'll do forever.

His discomfort soon wears off upon the realization that this can't exist.

freind you owe it you yourself and your family to leave this congested city. Everyone of you undoubtedly has a headache.

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