If there really is a line between us and them, when do we go to their side?

And why do they cross to ours?

So when step judgment's underground layer listening to spout stay tuned

sometimes when I can't find my own darkness, I chase it, I seek it out at the bottom of a glass of Irish whiskey.

Neat. And if I still can't find that dark place, well, I just try another glass and another,

and then maybe another still. It will come that dark cloud, no question. Bad man,

meet bad space.

Yes.

This is going to hurt in the morning.

So why am I still reaching for the bottle?

You may wonder, sure, I know better.

But better doesn't know me. Searching out my personal nightmare because in that darkness,

things are clearer, more distinct.

I see their faces in that shadow.

Laughing, mocking, waiting, all this.

All of this because I never want my ghosts to sneak up on me.

When instead, I can sneak up on them.

From WNYC Studios

and Snap Judgment's underground layer,

my name is from Washington,

hunt your own demons.

Not the other way around.

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