I'm doing all right with my convictions. How are you?
You're like everyone... What if you are everyone? You climbed

a bone ladder to the top- can't see the sun, can't feel the rain, I
noticed you aren't breathing. Wave goodbye. Im doing all right for
myself. Stand up on top of everyone around you and dont
see anything. Well, i guess its fucking dark up there; and what you
dont hear is your heart. It's lonley at the top. (What you dont feel is)
your mind living and what you dont feel is your spine bending, your
back breaking. I got no interest in fighting my way through all
the compromises you left behind. But they do. Watch out
for their foot in your back. They're as blind as you are, they're as
dead as you are, and you're in their way.