The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.

Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.

You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.

Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.

In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.

I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.

Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.