Your body is a temple and there is currently holy war 
between good sense and circumstance.
It's knocking at your door. 
Your won't make it out alive. 
But who am I to say how you should keep safe?
I'm not a guideline.
You mean something to someone sometimes.
they say "This doesn't concern me."
And I'm not quite concerned with transparent empathy, 
just a fucking lack of dignity.
I've already said enough for the both of us.
I know I've said a lot of things, most of which I didn't 
mean.