I'm lost in the distance like corroded images expanding in space. Man's main need involves several social acts that teach the value of survival taught on a scale that starts with the body then buries the soul. And with the price of blood call me a saint. And with the price of blood call who a saint? The cost is infinite like im counting the casualties of this industry. A closer wrist explains the razor to the world now watch as you spoil the value of a soul. Trade death for wealth, trade death for what. Is this destiny or is this a war, man is a social animal.