So imagine there was this person, not too right in the head. Oh sure, on the outside he was fine, but on the inside.....the inside was all messed up. I'm talking straight-jacket, padded walls shit. So forget the imaginary part and lets just say that guy is me. Then these are my thoughts, round and round....disoriented. Can you hear my words? You should be able to, because this is me talking to you through 8 different notes on a minor scale!