Everything you do is planned out in advance the stars push their dark wills down on you and wolves all tear themselves apart better in packs that’s just a function we’ll have to work on through we are machines that eat and breathe and look really cool you’re reacting just the way I thought you would but I’ve replaced my heart with metal parts and I’m working just fine, but I can’t get it to start we are machines that breathe and weep and look really good trained to kill send me back in time and I’ll bring us back in line just tell me who’s mother I have to kill I’m fine like I’ve always been, except I don’t remember-whens my conscience didn’t act up again we’re living on borrowed time and it looks like they want it back