Sleep.

Some say now suffer all the children & walk away a savior, or a madman and polluted from gutter institutions. Don't you breathe for me undeserving of your sympathy? ‘Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did

And through it all, how could you cry for me? ‘Cause I don't feel bad about it. 

So shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye... & sleep, just sleep. 

The hardest part is letting go of your dreams

A drink for the horror that I'm in, for the good guys & the bad guys, for the monsters that I've been! 

Three cheers for tyranny, unapologetic apathy

‘Cause there ain't no way that I'm coming back again...