As Long As We're All Living, We're All Dying. Other. Quagmire. Zeneszám

Mired in this shit is no way to live, week to week, hand to mouth, I've got to get out. Nothing feels good when you're whoring yourself for a dream you could never swallow. Escape... escape... I know there's no escape. There's no escape from this grind, this dreamless sleep, the unbroken columns of human machines, utopia perverted. These are the mistakes that we must learn from, but first we must escape. All I want is a calm in the storm, a moment of rest. A chance to catch my breath. I hope every day that I'm wrong, but I'm so scared that there's no escape from this shit