Yes, I still have that dark side.

I've demonstrated there's no difference between me and everyone else! All it takes is a bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day. You had a bad day once, am I right? I know I am. I can tell. You had a bad day and everything changed. Why else would you dress up as a flying rat? You had a bad day and it drove you crazy as everybody else.. Only you won't admit it! You have to keep pretending that life makes sense, that there's some point to all of this struggling! God, you make me want to puke. I mean, what is it with you? Girlfriend killed by a mob, maybe? Brother carved up by a mugger? Something like that I bet. Something like that.. Something like that happened to me, you know. I.. I'm not exactly sure what it was. Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another... If I'm going to have a past, I prefer to have it multiple choice! Ha ha ha HA! But my point is.. My point is, I went crazy. When I saw what a black, awful joke the world was, I went crazy as a coot! I admit it! Why can't you? I mean, you're not unintelligent! You must see the reality of the situation. Do you know how many times we've come close to world war three over a flock of geese on a computer screen? Do you know what triggered the last world war? An argument over how many telegraph poles Germany owed it's war dept creditors! TELEGRAGH POLES! Ha ha ha HA! It's all a joke! Everything anybody ever valued or struggled for.. it's all a monstrous, demented gag! So why can't you see the funny side? Why aren't you laughing?










Yes, I still have that dark side.

Put me in a cannon. Shoot me at the sky.

Stop asking for your rights, take them!

So FUCKIN' pissed!

See, there's this thing. You're your own person. You have your life, and technically you should have the right to do whatever shit you want to. But people around you, they don't believe that. Everybody claims to see the light. Everyone thinks they're right, and there's no other option. They have their own ways, ideas, thoughts, trail that they follow to achieve what they want. CAN'T I HAVE MY OWN FUCKIN' WAY?!

If someone 'advices' me to carry out a task in a way that they want, WHY THE FUCK DON'T YOU DO IT YOURSELF!? Why can't I have my own path, my own decisions? There's a destination, you go your own way, let me go my own! How the fuck am I supposed to know if I'm right or wrong in what I believe in? Why can't I do it my way, and then shove it up to them at the end?! I'm sick of this.

You're not the only one that's right! Nor you, nor you, nor you, not even you, Bob! If we're going in the same direction, there is no right or wrong. There's just one way! I HATE THIS PERFECTION! WHY DOES THERE HAVE TO BE JUST ONE CORRECT PHILOSOPHY!?
'I choose to kill the script' Remember?!

I'M WRONG! I KNOW THAT! BUT JUST LET ME FUCKIN' TRY! I'M TIRED OF PLAYING GAMES! TIRED OF FINDING THINGS TO FILL THE SPACE!

If I told you that the crowd was all ears, could you find the words to say?
If I told you that you could take home the prize, would you know the game to play?
If I told you that you had the world on a string, could you tell which way to pull?
If I told you that your life was a glass, would you know when it was full?


Would you laugh or would you fall to pieces?
Would you lie or would you run?
Would you fight or would you roll right over?
Would you blaze or fade away?

We came crashing down right on time. Like the fifty-ninth of the eleventh hour. Days spent down on our knees, watching stolen soil sift through our fingers. So what the fuck are we still waiting for? For some someone to save us? For the rains to come? Watching strong foundations come undone?

We're not waiting for the dust to settle. We're marching in and we're kicking down the door.

All hope died when the hunger came. First the slender cheeks, and then the sunken eyes. And soon every dirty face just looked identical. Common graves, calling all our names. Calling us out of a life, plagued by doubt. We used to be so fucking strong. Do you remember when we sang those songs together?

We're not waiting for the dust to settle. We're marching in and we're kicking down the door.