There is no saving this world.
It's over. Bye-bye!
How can we ever rebuild the machine?
Don't.
Life is but a dream from hell, it's all the same; whether you're in it or you win it makes no difference once you fell from whence you came.
Let the friction fry the gear: there is no winner, no loser, here.
With Love,
It's over. Bye-bye!
How can we ever rebuild the machine?
Don't.
Life is but a dream from hell, it's all the same; whether you're in it or you win it makes no difference once you fell from whence you came.
Let the friction fry the gear: there is no winner, no loser, here.
With Love,
From Hell
