Sometimes I just sit around and think about things. Everything you've done wrong and everything you've done right. Sometimes you really think about the things that getcha. Do you know what I mean? Aren't those called vices? They're called vices. I'm not upset. I don't regret. It's just the voices in my head aren't saying nice things to me, anymore. Please say nice things to me. God planted a garden in eden and there he put the man who he had formed. The man called Adam. And God told Adam to eat freely of the fruit of it's trees. All but one tree. You kinda wanna but don't think you should. 'Cause you know it's gonna feel real good. Everything is just the same array and you can't keep eating at the same buffet. Devil on your shoulder says you could. Little guy's misunderstood. What's the point in life if you can't have fun on the night shift? What's the point in life if you can't give in to your vices?