For we die every day; oblivion thrives
Not on dry thighbones but on blood-ripe lives,
And our best yesterdays are now foul piles
Of crumpled names, phone numbers and foxed files.
Remember Adam, there are only four lights no matter what those fuckers tell you. I heard their brainwashing finally worked but I believe you can snap out it.
Oh nice, someone has already made That reference. XD Ahem, well, in that case, I'll remind you that by the end of it, even the Captain admitted he thought he could see five lights. Even for the most strong willed person, there is only so much consistent psychological torment one man's mind can take. They found Adam's limit...
SHIT.SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT.What are they doing to you!?