Help. I don't need Help. Help.

Goddamn this City!

Damnit!

Damnit.

You'd think that in this cesspool, this polluted pile of dung that don't show no respect to anyone of the phoneys that stroll down the street, you think. You think some respect might be soon for the kids, the dead.

But NO!!!!

NO ONE GETS ANY GODDAMN RESPECT ANYMORE!!!!

NOT EVEN THE GODDAMN MUSEUM WILL CLEAN UP THE TRASH THAT POLLUTES THE TOMBS OF DEAD MEN!!!

damn damnit all

Theres no  hope anymore. I'm just gonna grow old, die, and be forgotten. Like a phony.

It's just a straight line, life is. Can never go back where you were. Just keeping running and running to the edge of the cliff with no one to catch you. No one.

Never gonna return to where Phoebe is now. Soon she's gonna meet me here, and she'll never go back.

Never go back.

Never go back.

Never go back.

Never go back...