"Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of man; for none of woman born
Shall harm...(Suturn)!
Come, you spirits
That tend me on mortal thoughts, uns** me here
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood;
Stop up the access and pa**age to remorse
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it."
(Shakespeare's Macbeth)
A sickness inside of me
And inside of the world
And you?
You're above all that
Trying to mess all around
Because of your stupid pride
And I hate it
I hate it all
I hate everything
All...