divinity.
the city is made of glass. brittle and hollow everything is coming together soon. we come blaring a new message, it's going to shake the foundations of everything you've ever believed in. nothing is worth believing in when you're stuck in this rut for the rest of your life. we need a change soon, or this is never going to work. let's hold hands and save what little of our innocence we have left, come brothers. come sisters. we're supposed to be divine.