"The Cauldrons Have Eyes By Way Of Racket And Vice"
The will to escape this small, forsaken town,
Could conquer the spirits of 100 large men.

Just like every time I look at you smile,
I want to strip you naked again & again.

Every single morning I'm forced from my bed,
By the sweetest possibility of tasting your skin.

So please let me know, before I pick up this gun,
If this is truly the god damned end.

The end of an era,
Began with Sara.

And the end of the end,
Was because of her friend.

They were right,
Life is grand.