When The Whirlwind Of Noise Surrounds And Get Intense,

And When Words Can¡¯t Hide Their Anger Or Intent.

I Feel It In My Bones And In My Head, Can¡¯t Make Sense Of What Is Said.



Ready For The Take Down, Headed For A Breakdown.



Fear Has Me Backed Against These Walls That I Follow And Pace.



Time Moves In And Out Of Phase Of Everything That I Face.



I Feel It In My Bones They Rattle And Shake, Can¡¯t Find A Trace Of What It Takes To Stop This Take Down.



Can¡¯t Stop This Breakdown!



Welcome To My Scene. A Place That¡¯s In-between Where Squares Fit The Round.

Some Affectionately Call It ... My Breakdown....



When I Feel The Pressure Mounting And My Hands Begin To Clutch, I Reach My Limit Of Pain And I¡¯ve Had Enough.



It Feels Good To Pound On Tables And Chairs And Feel The Frenzy Start To Wear.



Breakdown This Take Down, Gotta Stop This Breakdown.



Welcome To My Scene. A Place That¡¯s In-between Where Squares Fit The Round.



It¡¯ll Never Be, Never Be More Than This. Never.