I forgot for a time. Forgot what i was. I think its hard to grasp who you are when things change... when you think youve changed. In the end i am the same. Will always be the same.
I can only apologize for my lapse... Being a monster isnt easy.
This is the end of the journal, guys. Its been a meaningless ride.
I feel sorry for the earth's population 'Cause so few live in the U.S.A, At least the foreigners can copy our morality, They can visit but they cannot stay, Only precious few can garner our prosperity, It makes us walk with renewed confidence, We've got a place to go when we die And the architect resides right here