Eyes that cannot read between the lines and easy answers from the ones who resigned. Soaking adverts as a means to an end. Anticipatory obedience is their passion. The uniforms are battled to protect this charade. Selling truths, buying lies et vice versa and pay their fucking price. One more hard earned intoxication as requital. No smell of fear while consuming as living dead. No rest when there is no fucking place to hide. Sure as shit that I forgot how to piss my pants in a town where there is no air to breathe.