Something old and musty, Something wet and rusty. Things on this earth, are always given birth. No matter what, ur free to strut, on what you have and on what others dont. *THIS MAY NOT MAKE SENSE BUT CONCIDERING THE KIND OF MOOD I WS IN WHEN I WROTE IT IT MAKES COMPLETE SENSE TO ME! and hint hint JUST try and figure out what kind of a mood i was in!*