Some of us dream secret dreams, dreams that will not die. Dreams that speak of freedom, though tears now fill our eyes. Some of us have secret thoughts, thought's we never speak. Thoughts that scare the lame at heart, and terrorfy the weak. Some of us have secret words, with codes built deep within. Codes that tell strategic plans, to ensure that we win. Some of us wear suits all day, with nothing but respect... and when the darkness falls we place a knife around their neck. Some of us do all these things, and some do even more. For nothing terrorfies them like, the spook behind the door.