Texty: Voodoo Glow Skulls. Who Is, This Is?. Too Many Secrets.

Well, you told me not to tell them. Because I'm not supposed to know. The
minute people find the stories will never end. Facts given to me can be used
like a weapon. No matter how old you get the secrets never die. I don't care
what she did twenty years ago. Tell me if it soothes your conscience.
Normal people, leading normal lives. Leave their secrets locked in a closet.
They never die! What ever happened to honesty. People make believe that

they're something. That they want to be. That's where the secrets begin and
end. I guess there is no meaning to the word friend. TOO MANY SECRETS