My thoughts, they run.
Exhale. Breathe in that new life smell.
Enjoy your senses because they won't always be in your possession.
I know mine aren't.

Go ahead and scream, the duct tape holds strong.
Your voice is but a tool for the one that bought your soul.
Her name is whatever you need it to be.

So take a seat, lay down with the southern range.
You won't be moving anytime soon.