PATRICK: Reach inside yourself to find what's left
JACOB: Car's on empty, bank's on empty, dream's are full, but the map is gone
P: Preaching the bleeding. These three words. You will burn
J: Gravity fluctuates when you skate on Escher concrete, Rag doll, cut your strings, pick yourself up, put your feet down
P: Our teeth rot from our mouths. Our tongues are not our own. I taste the blood in my gums
J: Bus stop cardiac arrest trash can hospital. Make a voice, tear down emptiness, push the matter up, draw the eyes in your direction, draw the fate in your reaction. Watch your work glow
P: Friends. Listen to me. Hear all my pleas. I'm down on my knees. Won’t you try to set this life straight? Don't be a waste of time. These complications. These segregations