kneel down. want to get this over with then stay down.
avert my eyes, because if i say a word, i cut my own throat.
this plague contaminated everything. you, i, no exceptions.
we reptiles crawl, this bitter taste of dirt won't last. we'll both starve. i give in. i accept. guilty. end discussion. if we build this up, we can tear it back down.
in one breath, one single word. the wrong word fucks everything. if we build this up, we can tear it back down.
one man faces forward, while the other sits silent and still. we both lose. one path, two directions. both end in seperation. we both lose. we both saw this coming.
three things, three seperate things: what we need, what we want and what we get.
this is what we get.