<--3:02 PM February 24, 2004-->
YOUR FIFTEEN MINUTES ARE UP...
Everything is Different.
But nothing has Changed...
The mind of a Prodigy
Sadly Deranged...
Half scored Symphony's.
Lie scattered on the Floor...
A Top Hat and Tails
Thrown over the Door...
With a bottle of Scotch.
On the night stand by his Bed...
And a sawed off Shotgun
wedged between his toes and
Pointed at his Head...
Because he knows like all the great Prodigy's before Him.
His Legacy will be worth so much More if he's 16 and Dead...