the red herring has risen from it's dark surroundings.
and yet we still try to make up of our own mistakes. there was
once a time where i thought we were all innocent, but it was wrong,
i suppose. we're all objected for this to happen anyways. we all write
songs about it, ofcourse. maybe we're just as gullible as we've always
been.

power lines lie
[i suppose that is our nature.]
[i'm starting to not like this.]