But This Isn’t Like Anything I’ve Ever

Now I'd Rather Be Infected With Love For The Tiniest Sliver Of A Second Than Live A Hundred Years Smothered By A Lie.

It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me. And I Don't Care.

I’m With Julian,” I Say At Last. This, After All, Is What I Have Chosen.

Through Wind, And Tempest, Storm, And Rain; The Calm Shall Be Buried Inside Of Me; A Warm Stone, Heavy And Dry; The Root, The Source, A Weapon Against Pain

This Is What Happens When You Try To Help People. You Get Screwed.