Test, testing, testing

This, hmmm, Grace is my name

And and I was...um...

It was that phot... a fading photograph of

A patch, a patchwork quilt.

And they've put me on these

Ramona put me on these interest drugs

So I'm thinking very, too, bit too fast like a brain hatch

And, ah, they won't let me see anybody

If I want to sometimes and I ask

I can still hear some pop...popular musics

And aftershocks. (Ahhh-choo)

See I've been watching a television of, um... in the homelands

That's the new homelands and, um, that's all I can remember

And now they just want me to be quiet

And I think something is going to be horrid