Recollection's far from easy. Blue dust has since enveloped me. There's something between you and me. Sociopaths have it made. Take a look at what you've wrought. A lark you play. You couldn't care less. And you don't look back. But I know. I know where you buried the bodies. Recollections unnecessary. Nonsense to the the gallery. Bridges burned between you and me. Sociopaths have it made.