You never left your guard down but you underestimated yourself. The battle scars of the rat race left a bad taste in your mouth.
Should I tip my hat to you being anti-everything?
The captain has gone down but his ship will never die.
If I hold you up to the light can I see what's on your mind?
The ornament of our kind has left his friends behind and now he seeks revenge.
The prostitute of disposition carried out with good intention living on opinion in another state of mind. Armageddon in the head on a metal-scented bed. Is it damaging to think that maybe this is just a cover-up for all the pontius pilates dropping hints from the horizons on the eyelids of the enemies, known as you and I? Better beat them while ahead even if already dead. I just wish that you could be here for me one more time.
Isn't the part where you interrupt me and tell them why your presence should be felt in the way they live their lives?