As I sit here rotting away, the words can't fall from my head. Can't describe this utter sinking feeling. It's got the Catholic sin, the stomach can't bare to digest the phrase, "A washing machine is a girl's best friend."
Hiding the alternatives and overplaying the stereotypes. Never breaking tradition, nothing left in society to keep ourselves from being walloped in.
And maybe some things have come a long way but something still resonates, in the pulsing, beating hearts of the abhorrent. It's not just white and black, they'll never tell you why your life will be taken away.
They'll take your life, cause nothing else matters. The black wires are drowned underwater.