As we maintain in the chaos, the fire becomes fuel and our hearts are the
engine. We will flood this system with blood if we have to, and we will rule the
world with cold retinas and firm beliefs. Intermission... All of our questions
are answers to our sins. All of our endings are waiting to begin. Ours is a
madness steeped in lore _ the hardest kind for the hardest core _ we're the last
in a line of dying whores _ only time will tell... Only silence understands