Excuse me, can you help? I guest you can not hear. You say I speak in toungues with an echoing turbulance voice. You say I speak of things, which one need not to know. You Say, You Say, and I wonder; What will be learned if we go under. What is it with us that we can not play. what is it with us? and our savage display. As we call intellect The conquering game, our human aproach is sliping away. A mental regression is heading our way. What is it with us? that we can no hear. Do you call buying all those who you played. A barbarric aproach, I know you have played. For I have so much more to say, About the human league, but whom am I to speak if all I want is peace. I guest this is just a dream. To fight, to cry, to bleed. Is this My human league.
