Oh yeah, life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone. Thanks John. I know.
When the walls come tumbling down, I want to be in good company. Mother Mania to my right. The devil himself to my left. The three of us together, like in the old days.
Firing all our guns at once. In harmony and precision. Nothing will stop us now, Grace.
Despising authority. Fighting lost causes. Helping the poor. Repelling the rich.
Always giving. Too proud to receive.
Cranked the box today. The old iPod all dusty. First time in 10 months. What a waste. I have but few to live. I've been the only one suffering. And for what. The world keeps turning with or without the old warrior.
Music does me good. I'm even dancing sometimes. But the party pooper is home.
No loud music allowed. Another rule. Another one to break. She can use my shooting plugs. I'm happy tonight. Thanks to music and Mr Lithium.
I hope it lasts. At least to my final day here. Thank you Mother. You're rearing your beautiful face.