-To express my desire as a human being, without the interference I’m so used to. With no purpose but the one innate in me, and built upon by my experiences. I owe no one but have the responsibility to care. They owe me nothing but have no choice but to listen. My darker self rears it’s head, me unwilling to stop it, for I might then stop something that was supposed to manifest itself.
-The quickness with which we live, the tease that’s supposed to get me going. The false hope I’m supposed to find sanity in. The short change you think I don’t know you’re giving me. The drive to nowhere and no way back. It gets more exciting as we go. I think I know I’m not supposed to be here. I think I’ll leave now, what was I saying? Can you turn that down, can you give me a second to think! I don’t think I’ll answer you quite yet. I need to slow this down, find something real in your game.
-This is what I’m living for, can’t believe I found it again. It feels right and there’s no need to question, to think, to ask myself what’s going on. An intense desire, but it doesn't have control, my conscience is gone, and our purpose is innate. No way you would have something else in mind, my fate in your hands, it’s what you want me to do. I turn my energies to you, this time it can last.
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