There was the first cry
Nightmares took over space
Los Angeles is holding you accountable for your lack of love
But don’t worry
everything is fine with you
even if you consider yourself a black sheep
and the feeling that the system collapsed
causes permanent paranoia
You want to come out of oblivion
Instead, you’re slowly dying of heat.
The others made you a punching bag
you have to be brave and somehow endure it
Remington will shoot loneliness
When you curse your thoughts again
You become like King Lear
The doctor with the face of a boy from hell
will free you from feverish dreams
