(Sounds like something Liam could say.)
Maybe we are only our flaws.
Our lives just stubborn stains.
And music a single, rotted note.
Right, Mr Squarepusher?
It took me a long time to finally get this lost.
To not know which way was up.
And it's about fucking time.
The magical psychic powers were getting old.
So anyway my current goals in my life:
Become a respectable composer for hire.
Improve the state of cartography for future generations.
Including a graduate degree from PSU.
Face down every last, god damn fear I have in me.
All right, let's boogie....