one of these days, i'm going to cry out your name. I'll try to save you, but fate decided otherwise. i'll have nothing left to do but smile and help you up again. you slipped and fell in the produce isle.
One of these days, i'll lie to the soylent green factory workers.
"you are fattening pigs. you are fattening pigs. you are fattening pigs. you are fattening pigs"