Youβre all walking around in your lead boots youβd like to call a conscience, well, I was born wearing none, so I can soar high above you all, and watch you stuff your faces and flick your remotes and pray to a God you only half believe in.
Itβs all just a lie.
The truth is blackness.
And the only thing that matters is making a statement before you enter itβpeeling back the skin of the earth, leaving a scar.
Thatβs what history is, scar tissue.














