Of L E D and of Dreams by Sathin FLiP I am not too top too muddy altogether too rugged - many equip to the hilt I get altogether too uneasy and oof center at them at thinking of what lacks on the inside a man of my own head I think of it very much My hands are tied with invisible cords of steel and plastic of L E D and of dreams I scream at these things which taunt my mind which dance and prowl late into the night These are things with which I am all too familiar They fill so many pages and I think way too much