21♪ You Broke The Rules, Now I Pull Out... [Voice]
[Private to no one in particular//HARD]
[He's just raving. Not at anyone. He just is. The shifting volume gives the impression that he's pacing about the room as he speaks.]
I'm trying and failing to keep people from wailing, just keeping afloat but you've gotten my goat. Tried to understand, stay my hand, know I can't demand minds to expand, but this!
What is wrong with you all? Getting along's too big a haul? Can't join in a song, preferring your squall? You're nuts! You're loons! Are you enjoying this brawl? You're really that small? What is this, the fear of those from outside?! It's pointless! Stupid! What does it provide? Do you feel better, with these strides? EXPLAIN. 'Cause the logic is just defied.
You know how hard she tried? How much she lied, cried, tried to hide? All she needed was someone by her side, to trust and know she could confide! But you went and denied her that, because of your goddamn pride!
Too far, the final ticket. You all know where you can go and stick it.
And the worst, is you, sitting out there! Yes you, I know you're well aware, sitting back in your computer chair, content to just sit and stare. And that's the worst--you know exactly how we fare, and that's just it, you don't even care! They're in despair here in your lair, broken and scared, only a prayer to be spared, and you don't even want to repair. And it just isn't fair.
A construct? Matrix? Whatever! Fine! Couldn't care less if it's all some design. Use me, bruise me, it's all the same. But I can't watch these people stuck in your game. In their anger, fear and shame. But I know you're listening to each word I've said, that every journal's mourning has been read, and each bit of meaning has fallen dead. The pain won't process in your head. And that's what has made my insides shred.
I've had it with your bag of tricks. I hope you're proud, you bunch of pricks. Go to Hell, give my regards to Hendrix.
[He's just raving. Not at anyone. He just is. The shifting volume gives the impression that he's pacing about the room as he speaks.]
I'm trying and failing to keep people from wailing, just keeping afloat but you've gotten my goat. Tried to understand, stay my hand, know I can't demand minds to expand, but this!
What is wrong with you all? Getting along's too big a haul? Can't join in a song, preferring your squall? You're nuts! You're loons! Are you enjoying this brawl? You're really that small? What is this, the fear of those from outside?! It's pointless! Stupid! What does it provide? Do you feel better, with these strides? EXPLAIN. 'Cause the logic is just defied.
You know how hard she tried? How much she lied, cried, tried to hide? All she needed was someone by her side, to trust and know she could confide! But you went and denied her that, because of your goddamn pride!
Too far, the final ticket. You all know where you can go and stick it.
And the worst, is you, sitting out there! Yes you, I know you're well aware, sitting back in your computer chair, content to just sit and stare. And that's the worst--you know exactly how we fare, and that's just it, you don't even care! They're in despair here in your lair, broken and scared, only a prayer to be spared, and you don't even want to repair. And it just isn't fair.
A construct? Matrix? Whatever! Fine! Couldn't care less if it's all some design. Use me, bruise me, it's all the same. But I can't watch these people stuck in your game. In their anger, fear and shame. But I know you're listening to each word I've said, that every journal's mourning has been read, and each bit of meaning has fallen dead. The pain won't process in your head. And that's what has made my insides shred.
I've had it with your bag of tricks. I hope you're proud, you bunch of pricks. Go to Hell, give my regards to Hendrix.