There is a cult within humanity, tearing at our heart and mind. Telling us that theirs is the way to live, even as they destroy the world around them. Theirs is false promise and gloss, a thin veneer over gross decay.
Snake Eyes [Le Sueur] [Lockdown]
We've shut ourselves down. What does this mean? I try to keep my mind quiet, my anxiety at bay; pacified. I don't always win. None of us do.
Grind [Le Sueur]
There is no end to the to-do list. Life is all about upkeep, sometimes. And trying to get far enough ahead of it to make another step forward.