I walk this world alone, occasionally running into lost souls I briefly meet that can never find there way back home, once alive and living with promising futures, now only they're withering remaines of what's left of themselves. Only when they are higher than god do I see them apart of this world, full of color, lively and normal. Such a mind fuck, imagine having a nasty flu combo and knowing that you could feel all better, with just one thing. Then once the high has diminished, they turn back to a decomposing shell of whats left. Theyre soul gone like...