If You Were A Pentium You'd Be A 133 Lyrics

Sean: The other day served as a reminder to what should have been. Through a smoky haze old friends sang songs of death, sorrow and desperation. The conversation brought back memories I have (long since) locked away. I left feeling unsettled but releaved. As I sat in my car in the empty parking lot I stared at myself in the rear view mirror searching for explanations. All I could feel was a sense of escape.
Tom: I found a place here, can you accept that? I don't have a medal for this, I don't have a trophy for this, my life should be all the proof that you need. Where would I be if hadn't broken free? I found a place here, can you accept that? I'll rise above this, I'll rise above you.