And I ain’t seen a light of day since, well, that’s not important

It’s been long

You dream of walls that hold us in prison

It’s just a skull, least that’s what they call it

And we’re free to roam

…

What is success when hope has left you?

It won’t always make sense. That’s okay.

It’s weird… I either have no emotions or too many.

I was prepared, but it still hurt.

There’s so much I wanna say but nah.

Darkness, my protection.

Life is the art of dying.

You broke me first.

Pain is the only certainly in your life.