KAREOKE FOR THE WINZ! freeeeziiiin rests his head on apillow made of concrete, ohhh heeeeeeeead down, faces that he sees again aint that familiar, rrrrrya..... even floooow, thoughts arrive like butterflys! ohh and he dont knoooow, so he chases them away! them away, them away, (there moer to song but message might get deleted for spam)