You're pop culture is shit. Where do I stand as an individual. In a cultureless society. One that I don't need. . I've got a mind of my own. Here I stand without a place to roam.
They forgot and they stopped thinking. They never saw the beauty in ugliness. In this climate I feel like I'm dying. Suffocating a slow and painful death.
In this great catastrophe, the evils of our world collide. You're forced to stand alone and survive. You against the world as they conquer and divide.