Wasteland mechanics transgressing Undone mental traits destroyed No more thought, just act on instinct Impulse wish: eat, fuck, and sleep
As things will go, a life on loan I'm in a shell with pieces I don't like I did not buy I have no reason to carry this debt
The parts are broke, can I return? Take time to construct places that I like That I would buy I have a purpose Rosy atmosphere
I'll never be the man that I am expected to be I just can not live life with gender distinctions tying me down to one path Breaking apart and falling to pieces, shambling slowly away I expect mistreatment, garbage bag me and leave me, debase and relinquish my world