Let's not stop 'til we bleed[The more you spit out your mouth the less I believe]
[Denial]
The hardest thing about life now isn’t the running or the concern that they’ll catch up to her. It’s not the menial jobs, the crappy apartments or the solitude that threatens to swallow her sometimes. It’s the sheer humanity of the world and the way it bucks against her denial. She’s been using denial her whole life, butting it up against the things Manticore did to them. At night, when she’s alone and the entire city seems to sleep, she has to face up to the idea that shock ‘therapy’ and water ‘conditioning’ were really just tortures and punishments for things gone wrong, independent thought and freedom that the rest of the world takes for granted. It shoves her into a melancholy or an anger depending on her day but she dispels it with the dawn and dives back into denial. She pretends she’s just a pretty girl with a bar code tattoo on the back of her neck. It’s easier that way.
The hardest thing about life now isn’t the running or the concern that they’ll catch up to her. It’s not the menial jobs, the crappy apartments or the solitude that threatens to swallow her sometimes. It’s the sheer humanity of the world and the way it bucks against her denial. She’s been using denial her whole life, butting it up against the things Manticore did to them. At night, when she’s alone and the entire city seems to sleep, she has to face up to the idea that shock ‘therapy’ and water ‘conditioning’ were really just tortures and punishments for things gone wrong, independent thought and freedom that the rest of the world takes for granted. It shoves her into a melancholy or an anger depending on her day but she dispels it with the dawn and dives back into denial. She pretends she’s just a pretty girl with a bar code tattoo on the back of her neck. It’s easier that way.