2:35 i'll gnaw at anything. new England is mine, and it owes me a living.

6:10 one, two, fuck you.

i wanna feel like i feel when i'm asleep.

i wanna feel. i wanna feel. i wanna feel.
i wanna feel. i wanna feel. i wanna feel.
i wanna feel. i wanna feel. i wanna feel.

this life, it owes me a living.

i’m losing myself in your fire. if this is the end, let me go in hell.

in hell, you're taking me away again.

the idea of believing in something, makes me feel sick to my stomach.

why bothering ourselves believing in myths and shit just to prevent things? are you dumb or something?

the only thing you should belive and be scared of it at the same time, is you.

seeking god just to find out it's in the mirror, and it's want you breathless just like his dead son.

"in another life—" but what if we said the same thing in our past life? how can you guarantee that we won't say it in the next one too? how?

خیلی دارم سعی میکنم از زندگی سَر در بیارم، اما تنها چیزی که ممکنه نصیبم بشه، سَری آویزان از یک طنابِ پوسیده‌ست.

نمیدونم دارم با زندگیم چه غلطی میکنم‌، تنها چیزی که میدونم اینه که غلط‌های خوبی نمیکنم.