I seldom operate under the assumption that I navigate knowing my destination is to die so I cooperate by communicating to my fate my fear. It's the only friend I have.
This crowd is condescending still their numbers rise to figures in the eights where they're disguised as a friend. A friend that I have yet to meet and greet them even though I've known them all my life.
This crowd is condescending still their numbers rise to figures in the eights where they're disguised as mice and men who let us in on secrets they've been keeping in inside jokes to laugh about when they get out. Come on in. It's nice in here. We're all having a good time dying to know what you've been up to.
I am too hard to see with those eyes blinking so fast they're surprised that they get hypnotized staring back at us all looking out for ourselves in the interest of someone who's disinterested.