You Might Say That Death Has Relaxed

Deep Under Our Feet The Earth Holds Its Molten Breath, While The Bones Of Countless Generations Watch Us And Wait.

Sometimes It's A Struggle To Live In The Moment.

We Have To Remember Everything. If We Don't, By The Time We Grow Up It'll Be Gone Forever.

What A Massive Responsibility, Being A Moral Creature

When The Entire World Is Built On Death And Horror, When Existence Is A Constant State Of Panic, It's Hard To Get Worked Up About Any One Thing. Specific Fears Have Become Irrelevant. We've Replace Them With A Smothering Blanket Far Worse.