2008 is so last year. - Who needs God when you've got me?
I'm gonna creep inside you like a warm kitten
The Inside Mess
You fear the lack of rules, the lack of boundaries. Oh its a fence, no its soft, ahh... What's happening? The shapes, the chaos! Huh? It has to be simple nursery rhymes for you, doesn't it? When the melody gets abstract, you mess your trousers and run to your mummy.