This is the scene that sets the premise
Maybe I should keep my head held high
While my body keeps slamming into brick walls
I am. I am not. I am not then. I. I am not
I am not now. I am not. I am not ever. I am vacant
Who here has anything waiting for you?!
Have any of us planned for a future beyond the end of the American century?!
Century!
Century!
Century!
This is the end
Let it sink it
The creeping regret
The hallelujah chorus
I have become obsessed
The parameters have been set
The future is bright for all of those who have nothing to leave behind
I can't lie... I know that sound
The itch we just can't reach
The taste we'll refuse to swallow
A f*ck we can't recall
A face painted in vomit
