Something felt wrong - the everyday. Never mind, never 
fight the colony.
Suck it out father, suck it out dear. I never felt more 
dead than alive in you. I never felt more dead.
I never gave it up on you my fiend.
So thank god, for our reservoir of the living dead.
Thank god for our reservoir of gold instead.
All of this is mine.
This ground shakes – beneath me – above me – beneath me.
But it's the best suit we wear. Infancy's the best suit 
we wear. Intimacy's the last suit we wear.
We're coming from old yesterdays, we're the old, the new, 
the bait, the prey, the will.
It has made me what IÂ…