They all fall down. Caught me on empty. Running.

Leaks.

Crushing imagery with the force of my ego. She's still choking me.

My euphoria. It can't end--because I can't let go. Searching.

Write off the past. Make it to the next town.

Diamond covered rage. All the money couldn't heal his pain. . .

He sat in the woods and set fire to his dreams. The sky erupted and it rained for twelve days. He went missing shortly after the explosion, but his angry spirit lives on.

I am a ghost--haunting my zombie body.

Scratch to feel real. Scratch to live.

I'm not even mad at you. Ennui. On me. Oh me. Oh God.

The fires burn.

I wish I could vomit.

I wish I could purge you from my skin.

I wish you would stop lying.

I'm at war, but it's o.k. . . it goes on and on and on and on and on. . .

You're such a liar.

There is no I in animal. You could prove me wrong, but I don't care.