when yer face falls off and the crowd sees you for what you really are, and what you were was only what you wore. hands down evacuate the premises its time for war we could really use a war for all the needy greedy theving diplomats and burocrates. the stage is dressed and the cats are fat come on cruel world are you truley gonna kill me. only robots call anymore..... no dear god anserws when the line is dead all the shit were fed can be smelt on our breath i'm too tired for any pity. empathy has been struck down and kicked about along the ground all the way to yer front door. so when yer face falls off and you see yourself for what you are and what you you were was only what you wore.its time for war.....