Strip me of all that's wrong
And all that's right
Until I'm nothing
But a memory in moonlight

Eat my heart, liver, brain
Leave nothing but a stain
Break my bones in two, four, eight
Take everything that weighs

I respect your right to speak too, I just wish you'd use it for anything but paving the way to my genocide in exchange for some cheap self-satisfaction.

The truth is there is no limit to how many times you can fail, through no fault of your own, but there is a limit on how many plans you can have. Realistic plans, not concepts of an idea.
But "life isn't fair," therefore you should die.

Horrible. Gonna replace my belief system with this chart