You, My Self-Destruct Button
So mechanical--this two-timing heartbeat. This is the pulse of indifference, mingled with the pulse of despair. I am the gatekeeper, and i know no bounds. Out of my way! I have the pitchfork of distaste and revenge. I am the satellite nation, gleaming with anger and spite. We surrender, we quite, we give up. Take us away. Spit at our feet as we march toward the gallows where we'll hang with content, happily discontinued and relieved of our spines.