there is no right, there is no wrong in why we live, there is only wrong so radical, destroyed for nothing and i don't care, i don't care anymore remarkable, pulsating creature into whose calves the poison flows when it is wondrous it makes us whole to force a hammer and a nail through its soul journey to the end of the night am i alright, do i look alright? a car has killed you and your corpse has de-discouraged us to never never never never look up the scorpion in our chests cuts the word to scar, powerless