and questions. Heretic emotions, the force. The source of course, the foundation. It seems it's a near miss and uniqueness. A patient is need of assistance. He's right there and on his knees. Yes, he's right there and he looks me. As begging and pleading, he's wanting and needing a perfect picture that is fleeting. A new temptation. I ambition. Did you get the impression I meant everything that I said? My intentions are now (whose side are you on?), My direction is changing now (Whose are you on?), my foundations are breaking. I'm breaking. start again. your eyes in an act of tradition. Bow your head, a of submission. The truth can't us, yet seems to allude us. I bow so you call me a judas. I'm here and I'm on my feet. Yes, right here standing next to me. Condemned to a likeness, the ones who won't be missed, me. of the darkness. My motivation has away. met temptation, he knows my name, and when you question my intentions you I'm fueled by aggression. I warn you, your direction or find you're looking in the face of patrons. A cessation occurred today. All common boundaries will away. fade away. No for the ones we've lost. It's of the equation. No justice. One law. Accounted loss is a in the system. A human divided by text and denomination. I wash my of this.