In your mind it's ourageous, contagious, the battling in your brain will be the end.
Another pain, drain, who the fuck cares about your hair loss? Their's kids and adults dying for food and you're asking for money for hair plugs?
Find yourself, don't trust the inability of those around you to care less about yourself. Freedom? It's an illusion.
It's the new age revolution.
Stuck online, in cyberspace. Your traveling, doing the things those before you only dreamed of and your, what...watching porn.
Get your stick back in your pants, give up on your last dance. Don't fret you're never going to regret the time you put in.
You're chaos and chaos never runs out.