Who are you fools? You will all die. Cannot you see? The truth isn't out there, it's everywhere. God knows how long, I tried to find faith, I tried to believe. Was it in vain? Yes you liar, 'cause you'll die too! I laugh at you pathetic fools, is it so hard to believe - there is no meaning to life. I'm not a prophet, am I a philosopher? Maybe, and maybe I'll die late enough to see you all crawl in the dirt. See the pain? See the bloodstained pages? Well you endured it. And you devouered it. You stained your life with everyone's blood when you were born. Agony, yours. And the pain, well, it's there for free smile.