The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.
Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.
She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.
The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.