WHAT IF I'M MADE OF STONE? FEELING IS NOT A SYSTEM, NERVOUS I'M CAUGHT IN A HOLD, HOPING I'M OVERTHINKING; I SHOULD BE FEELING MORE DRAPED OVER YOUR BONES. PAINT COLOURS UP THE WALLS TO SPREAD OUR INSPIRATIONS. YOU ARE THE LIKELY CAUSE OF WHAT WILL BE MY DEMISE. AND IT'S NOT SURPRISING, JUST INCONVENIENT, TO PLAY NO PART IN ALL OF THE INSTRUMENTS, SEEM TO BE SOUNDING OUT "IT'S PREMATURE". I THINK I'M MADE OF STONE, I SHOULD BE FEELING MORE. LOVE, IT'S JUST FACE-PAINTING. LOVE, IT'S JUST EASING THE WAITING BEFORE DYING WITHOUT COMPANY. I THINK I'M MADE OF STONE, I THINK WE ARE ALL BUILT OUT OF MEMORY, BUILT OUT OF SCENES. STRUCTURES OF WHISPERS PASS THROUGH OUR VEINS, LAID OUT ON SCREEN'S; SHOW OUR TINY HEADS "YOU'LL FIND LOVE KID, IT EXISTS."