You see there was a time when he would have lost his mind, and possessed that moment of all of its essence, its purpose, creating a mixture of question and fear, "what happened to that guy?" He's unrecognizable anymore, now silent and the docile type, He was snatched from out of his own voice that was once known for its power He lives as if he bit off his own tongue, and lost size that once towered, The bullshit he endures is unknown, so he stays unacknowledged. He came from a world where he was ruthless but polished, and folks stepped aside as he walked through the center of the world and all it's chaos without a care in his heart, Now a days; yes indeed he cares far to much. "Yes indeed, what happened to that guy?" who anymore nobody see's. He once walked so tall with his head so high, "So high" and did'nt give a damn who knew it. but nowadays he doesnt do to much tall walking, for he's enslaved and chained within his own life and mind- blinded- by his own darkness, unable to find his way back too the sanity and the light, for around here all that shines are fantasies, illusions, and lies. [Bridge] Thank you for waking up today, Rebel Jones. I'm out! 2026 [Outro] [Fade Out] [End]