We Must.. We Must Bring Our Own

I See Men Assassinated Around Me Every Day. I Walk Through Rooms Of The Dead, Streets Of The Dead, Cities Of The Dead; Men Without Eyes, Men Without Voices; Men With Manufactured Feelings And Standard Reactions; Men With Newspaper Brains, Television Souls And High School Ideas.

So, That’s What They Wanted: Lies. Beautiful Lies. That’s What They Needed. People Were Fools. It Was Going To Be Easy For Me.

Nobody Ever Finds The One

Dying In A A War Never Stopped Wars From Happening.

And I Said To Myself That He Was The First Thing That I Had Ever Missed In My Life.