Red River, Draft #6 {AB020-6-9}: November 6th, 1997
[from his laptop]
See you all – you slaves of the system.
Forgotten how to trust each other; forgotten how to listen...
I need my highs; not to break the fall... Just there to take me for a ride.
The River flows; through the streets and night – a place that no one knows.
I'll say farewell then, little lambs; go blinded to the slaughter.
Never casting cautious eye on time – see it's nearly quarter,
Past the...
Hour that never ends. Dance beneath the moon... With me and all my friends.
The River flows; through the streets at night and only I can go...