"I was born here and I’ll die here against my will I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer It’s not dark yet but it’s getting there”
"It would seem we are to suffer an apocalypse of cockatoos. Morose, barbaric children playing joylessly with their unfathomable toys. Where comes this dullness in your eyes? How has your century numbed you so? Your days were born in blood and fires whereof in you I see not the meanest spark! Your past is pain and iron! Know yourselves!"