Skinner

"Understand stagnation is a choice, so trade in comfort for vitality... The unknown"
The lovers. Temperance. Judgment. Death
"On thing's for certain, this is no fool's journey. It's perfecting madness and rebirth."
The lovers. Temperance. Judgment. Death
To your own misfortune chasings cures
Nothing is pure
Fucked up homes, boarding schools, factories of
Droves, drained-out souls
Turn it off, abandon, the false
Truths, heroes, fools
In solitude, start a new, clean the slate of guilt
The road is home
The hour strikes to unsheathe this blade
Give it a stab