man, I have a terrible feeling that somethings gone awful wrong with the world. is it something we made? is it something we ate? is it something we drank? hi, i'm Icarus, i'm falling from the dust of earth returning back for judgement we must prepare. spare oh god and mercy. spare me.
they keep on burying our dead, they keep on planting their bones in the ground but they won't grow, the sun doesn't help and all we've got is a giant crop of names and dates.