Lost among the rind, the wastes of space, the ones we hold so high... Something's different here, maybe the air, maybe a different look; a smile. ...Your eyes are so... Heard this once before, one who...
Kicked and stabbed along the way, planning for the hour. Revenge a method, one of many to consummate the change. Why, what could you ever gain? Nothing it seems except being lame. What, what could you...