The hum of about 50 fans, 200 hard drives, 4 optical jukeboxes, 3 tape drives, and the constant bitching from some woman upstairs who wants to log on to the same machine twice.
you are the sun and moon and stars, are you.
and i could never run away from you......
you try at working out chaotic things,
and why should i believe myself, not you??
it's like the world is gonna end so soon,
and why should i beleive myself?????