“Toleration for devastation, got the hunger for sin... crooked faces, red and blue laces for the color of men... fumigate all economy, illuminate broken dreams and manifest all insanity. Look around, sayonara tomorrow, it’s just blood on the ground.”
— Conrad Tokyo
“If it were possible, to place you in my brain and let you roam around, in and out my thought waves. You would never have to ask, ‘why do you love me?’”
— Exit Scott (interlude)
“Temporary euphoria. or a release... especially if you constantly gotta work and do things that you might not want to do... it’s an escape... but if you sing that, people gon’ want you to make some shit that’s romantic, or sweet... so lemme bullshit for the night. This right here euphoria... it’s like reality times ten.”
