She's still on her own, man. Can you hear me?. Yeah, she's still on her own. We gotta take her out. . See I can't do if she's on her own. Yeah I don't, what we do I don't care.
A burning bridge staging a traffic jam. Intention stained upon expression. Eyes the sky's darkest clouds. Constipated mountains of condensation. . At the start there was innocence.