I guess there's only one place to go from here. I think the options are clear anyway. I'm sure you're tired of waiting for me. To figure out where you fit in.
Hey there, Mr. Personality. Was everybody wrong to think. That you would have. The world on it's knees. . Or perhaps we were too blind to see. That all your grace would fall to entropy.
And though my sermon salts the air. My ears are soon left empty, silence still holds dominion. Words once adorned are now laid bear. Unpolished lumps of nothing, so much unheard opinion.