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.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.
He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view.
Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.