"I rage this war against myself and I'm not the only casualty no ones leaving this play alive this play of mass tranquility curtain call and then I walk curtain drops I stumble fall tripped by my material needs I look out to the gawking creed silent" "whisper becomes a roar I pick myself up off the floor and I was forced to bow down to a crowd laughing at me I rage this war against myself and I'm not the only casualty take ten paces back and fire and see who falls first to their knees don't hunt the man thats lost his feelings because he will die alone and waking waiting for someone to serve him but I'll bite the hand that tries to feed me and I raise my hand high above the others in the call for truth."