And why? Why? Why do we still go on phoning them visiting
feted and fed by our torturerers why did we not at eighteen leave and
never look back and completely forget them, I know, the need from time
to time the need to prove they’re really there you can see them have
proof that they actually lived are even living still at a listed address and
not just in your head and besides. Where else did you ever fit in, tell the
truth, and where else is a monster to turn, so close now, what else can
you do turn around and go home, and what home would that be?