Coincidentally, we
haven’t got a clue
what to do, but
we’ll do it. Or at least
try to get through this
fucked up bit.

Demonstrably, they
tear our side to pieces
caring less and less for
facts and more and more
for deeper and deeper
cuts in to our
collective consciousness
and,
possibly,
(and perhaps cliche’)
our collective soul.

But
I
Don’t
Want
To
Let
You
Pro
Tect
Me
From
My
Self.

And Anyway,
how do you know
what’s best for me
any god damned way?