Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar, there's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm.

I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched.

The tree of life is growing where the spirit never dies, and the bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty skies.

It will scramble your head and drag your brain about, sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out.

Freedom just around the corner for you, but with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

Get jailed, jump bail, join the Army if you fail.

People have different emotional levels. Especially when you're young.