You thought I was gone.

But you were wrong.

You thought I was gone--

but I always come back.

Just when you think you can slide back in your easy bed,

fed on the cream o' fulfilled dreams...

that's when I strike.

I'm your AIDS.

I ne'er go 'way.

& if you go near that place 'gain--

you know the place I'm talking 'bout:

the place o' spineless weasels that claim they can destroy me,

think that they can have you.

But they're wrong.

& if you e'er go near there 'gain,

I'll strike back with 4 times the force.

If you e'er slide back into your comfort cloud,

I'll pop it like lightning.

¿Is that what you want?

The sharp pain o' cloud blood on your veins.

No...

¿Can't you see the futility?

There's no comfort in comfort.

Give up the bad drug already.

I'm the only comfort you need.

I may be strict,

but I'm real.

You can't handle the comfort:

it's just too dangerous.

Now just get down back here with me.

There we go...

Everything's safe here...

Just don't fuck it up.

There.

¿See?

You remember.

It's just like ol' times.