Time to dive into oblivion, time to shoot the shit with blood curdling screams and aimless static. Time to become comfortably trapped in your decay. Are you leading yourself astray? or does your brand of bullshit appeal to the minds of the manic. You love being on the edge, romanticizing your own sense of panic. Does God have a plan for you? Or does he hate you? Either way, your brand of delusion, meets its judgment with your dissolution.