The night is when everything feels the most honest. Everything loses its color and it's just the mass, not the mask. It's in the nocturnal hours that what we fear comes to feed. It's hard to come to terms with the fact that one day we'll be the main course. That... That's what I try to keep away from home But as life has taught me, the weight will bury me before long So, I ask you this: Is everything you spend, everything you hide, everything you lie about worth bringing home? Or is it just the way of the world?
