Scenes of misery are coming into everybody's parlors, motivating appalled well-meaning souls to do something to help. I will never fall for anything or anymore. I will never fall for irruptive news. They have done everything they can do. You'll never bind me to you. Life is pa**ing, time is gone. I'll never fall for anymore. Once trapped in the fire, it's difficult to jerk me free. If the soul is inflamed, then there's activity. I can't resist it. There's something from the outside that touches my soul. I don't know this feeling. There's something from the outside. Now everything's out of control.