He took on a shade of green long ago. And many a fool

along the way have been lost to this. I know you can't

afford to be wrong. And we can't either. We want it

back. I can't afford to lose you. But that's not what

this is about. If love ever had a second name it's

attachment. And if you had an ounce of common sense

you would be witness to this. but try your best not to

be of this world. Fly with the rest of your glassy

eyed angels. Straight to heaven gate and don't forget

your spare change to horde and render useless. Gold

was always more valuable than bread in the stomachs of

the starving. And you dare say I'm godless (filthy)

less evolved, sure to be stuck in my rut. Well I say

you're gutless. The first in line to be our rip off

artist. The first to change your name to push more

product. We finally got it back from the clutches of

absurdity. And our bond is measured by nothing. No

books, no rounds, no quotas, and certainly not by how

many units sold. I tell you krishna's dead to me along

with my love for extremes. I tell you krishna's dead!

So tell me to go to hell for all I care. Life without

love is no different. I've been there and it offered

no hope. Dead is dead.