You left your confidence in the back seat of your car. It's too late now. One hand on the wheel, one on the bottle. A textbook case of the brink of humanity. Beaten and battered into a shape that no longer resembles itself. We've chosen to revel in the consequence of our self-destruction. Coward. Bastard. Big man when you're the only one with a gun. Buzzcut. No guts. Everything tastes so bitter with gunpowder on the roof of your mouth. Harmless to deadly in 5 seconds flat. You can never be right again. Zero tolerance for human parasites and the ones who create them. Direct line to the next life. This experiment has gone too far. We moved mountains to make way for landfills. We emptied the ashtray into the crown. We never prepared for worst case scenario. We never imagined no-win scenario. This land was your land, or so you thought, but when you're at the end of your rope you can always tie the knot. You worthless bastard. You bit off more than you could chew, but you won't look so good when they release the hounds and they come for you. Nobody would ever live for you, but you wouldn't go lying down. Nobody would ever die for you, but you wouldn't take no for an answer. You never deserved to live.