It's quiet now, but it seems to me that without the noise, I'll create something. Cause it turned out to be a long, long, long time, and I'm feeling so gone. It turned out to be a long time, and I'm feeling so... oh, whatever... so jaded, complaining. Oh, whatever... sounding old and full of shit. It's calm right now. That's how I want it to be. And that house torn down is where I'm going.