Put it into words, put it into words, people are strange even when you’re not a stranger, lazy isn’t even a real thing. Life is not a competition, never was. The lights shine bright, the clack and thuds of bar games played because some people need to compete in the stupidest ways possible, rolling balls, tossing tiny spears, downing beer and chanting rules. This isn’t Vietnam, fucking rules.
Lord Malinov, Song of Songs