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We are all born thinking of being protagonists of a story.

That the world, or rather the universe, revolves around us.

That every gesture, every action taken, is justified by our intentions.

Because what we do is right.

Because a protagonist can only be a good one.

But the truth...

is that we are not protagonists of a good thing.

The actions have the meaning that we attribute them.

And imagining the situation in which you find yourself, you will surely be

thinking, maybe I'm just an accomplice.

No.

I'm just thinking that after your monologue of shit, you will give me meat

and pigs.

Whales. They're wild.

What do you make of it?

See?

Your actions made you end up in the shit.

And now I'm here just to clean up my mess.

Strange place you chose to clean up your shit.

The police are looking for you.

And when will they catch you? Yes.

When will they catch you?

You will be my name.

I know you too well.

So nothing personal?

No, nothing personal.

I'm just protecting myself.

You see, it's in the nature of the human being to...

Insipid. Impossible to understand what it's trying to say. Wait a minute. The

best is yet to come. All citations and no fire. To be avoided like a plague.

Light-hearted, isn't it? And they get paid to write this shit?

Well, there were a few too many citations.

Even if there were, this review seems a little harsh.

I mean, what you normally see in the cinema.

There's nowhere to the worst.

But just because you write low budget on the poster, that doesn't make it a

misunderstood masterpiece.

I found it enjoyable.

Me too, but I guess the director was a little pretentious.

What do you mean?

I mean, I get it that you want to bring your vision of life to the screen, your

opinion, all the rest.

It's your style, I get it. There's nothing wrong with that.

But you can't just create flat, stereotyped characters who react in that

world just because you need at the end of the movie the spectator to share your

own ideas.

That's just propaganda.

I don't know if you're meant to do that.

If you show me a moralizing good guy with a six-pack and his plucked

eyebrows, and the bad guys with, uh, dirty teeth, or a bastard with no hope

of redemption, that just doesn't work for me.

Anyway, the review's far too negative.

I know Sergio, right?

He's a contrarian. If everybody likes the film, he has to say it is shit.

If everybody hates the film, it is misunderstood.

Well, there is a middle ground.

For me it was watchable, but nothing special.

I wouldn't have chosen him for the presentation of the exhibition.

Internal politics, Tanya.

Internal politics.

By the way, we are officially running out of fuel.

Okay, can we get there without stopping?

Oh, if you want to get stuck in Mestre. I'd prefer to spend the weekend in

Silent Hill.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Are you going to Venice?

If luck is on our side.

Yes. I need to get there too.

Ah, right.

Yeah, but I had an accident.

My motorbike.

Sorry to hear that.

Yeah, because I had it picked up, but now I'm left on foot, so... I was

wondering if you could possibly give me a lift, since we're going in the same

direction.

Listen... I can pay for the fuel.

No, that's not a problem, but...

But?

I can't.

Why not?

It's not because I don't trust you.

You don't even know me. You have the right not to trust me. No, it's not

that. So what is it?

I don't think my wife would agree.

Well, let's ask her.

That's a terrible idea, really. Why?

You know what women are like.

No, you tell me.

Well, they are... They are different to us men.

Because they have tits and we all have nipples?

What? No, no, no.

They are malicious.

They always think the worst and then the husbands get all the blame.

If it was up to me, I'd have taken you anywhere you like without thinking

twice.

But... But there's your wife.

Yeah, I'm really sorry.

Sure. No problem.

Isn't there a bus you can catch?

I've already asked, but apparently there is a strike today. What bad luck.

You're telling me.

I would help you if I could.

So can we try asking your wife?

Are you joking?

She'd be capable of calling the police, telling them you wanted to steal our car

or sell us drugs or something.

Oh, and then she would go on about it for hours.

Jesus, man, she's really got you by the balls.

You know what women are like. Yeah.

Well, thanks anyway.

I'm sorry.

Hey, is this yours?

Jesus, thanks.

Imagine what your wife would have said. You saved my life.

Listen, Tanya, I've just realized that I'm short of cash.

I've just spent the last of mine. You know I only use cards. The terminal is

broken. They're coming to repair it in a couple of hours.

What are we going to do now? Oh, Jesus.

Well, you have to wait.

We'll never get there on time.

Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear you, and I need to get to Venice

Airport, but I had a problem with my bike, so if you can give me a lift, I'll

pay for the fuel.

Seriously? Sure, if your husband doesn't mind.

Who, Nev?

He's not my husband.

We're just colleagues.

Anyway, it would be very kind of you if you could do us this favor.

Oh, please, you are doing me a favor, miss.

Tanya Petrov.

Paolo Ricci, nice to meet you.

And you are Mr.? Neville Brand.

Quanta? Cinquanta.

Shall we go?

Take the next one on the left.

Which one?

The next one, on the left.

It's not on the navigator.

Perhaps it's a new road.

No, it's a road that goes through the countryside, so parts of it are still

just dirt track.

We should stick to the main road.

No, this one is better, trust me.

It's faster and you avoid all the traffic. I checked on the internet.

There shouldn't be much traffic.

It did say there was some police roadblocks, but it shouldn't slow us

down too much. Believe me, this road is much better.

Listen, if we can't get back quicker, take this road.

Okay.

Let's take this road.

When we have a minute.

Can we stop?

I need to take a pee.

I was going to suggest the same thing myself.

What are you playing at?

Are you talking to me?

Why were you so insistent we took this road?

Because I want to get to the airport as soon as possible.

Don't you?

Of course, but it seemed to me you want to avoid the roadblocks.

You're wrong.

Well, I hope so.

But if I'm not, know that I don't want any trouble.

And who does?

Well, I certainly don't.

Listen.

Don't worry.

You'll be rid of me soon enough.

So you can start working on... Your wife.

Asshole!

I still don't know how to thank you for your help, Mr. Ichi.

There's really no need.

And please, call me Paolo. You're Italian, right?

I'm Italo-American, actually.

How about you? Are you Americans?

Oh no, he was born in England, and I am Russian, but I've been living in London

for the last few years.

Are you traveling for business?

Not really.

I've decided to take a break and, you know, find my true self and all that.

Which is?

A biking trip. Oh, like an easy rider.

Around the airport.

I was taking my bike to America for a road trip with some biking friends.

What happened to your bike then?

A pheasant flew in front of me and bang!

What bad luck.

You were lucky.

You could have killed yourself trying to avoid it.

I didn't even try to. What a hero.

Yeah. The little bastard got caught up in the wheel, so he ended up sliced to

death, and I ended up with my ass flying through the air.

I'm vegan.

Good.

No, no, no. You don't understand.

I do. You're vegan.

No, you really don't get it.

What the hell is there to understand?

You eat grass and naddles and shit biological.

Listen.

You didn't say what you do.

I'm an actor.

Really?

Yeah. Well, don't get me wrong. I'm just at the beginning of my career.

But I'm more into the independent circuit.

But honestly speaking, I do have a discreet following.

So we both work in the same field.

How about you?

Are you an actress too?

No, of course not.

I organize events, exhibitions, things like that. I would have sworn you were

an actress.

Oh, stop it.

Seriously. Good looking, great body, fantastic cheekbones.

Fantastic cheekbones?

Look, if you give me your phone number, I can put you in touch with some

producers. It would be a waste of time, believe me. I don't know how to act. Aw,

come on.

It was just like that for me too, at the beginning at least.

What's important is to get over your shyness and then give it everything away

like there's no tomorrow.

So, what films have you acted in?

Just small independent films.

Nothing you would have seen.

Oh, Neville loves the cinema. He's seen everything, not just the American

blockbusters.

European art films have no secrets for me.

Well... I've never worked with great directors, but I've done a few videos

with some Eastern European actresses like Polish, Bolivians, Russians...

What kind of videos?

A little bit of everything.

You know, Fake Interview, Goth, Redhead, Teen, Petite, Gangbang,

Cream Pie... Well...

I spent years at university studying the history of cinema, and now all these

categories, but I don't understand.

You really make me feel stupid.

So, you're a... Yeah.

So, you know these categories too?

Yes. I mean, not really.

Of course he does.

Come on, explain them to Tania.

Let's say it's a... niche market.

A niche market.

Well, I don't know about them, but for you professionals, it must be the ABC.

Well, not really.

Fuck.

You've hit something.

No, really?

Was it a person? I don't fucking know. Wait, did you see any teeth?

What? They're white shiny things, teeth.

I don't know, I think so.

Fuck.

I think you knocked over a negro.

What? Yeah, the area's full of them. They go around at night, on bikes with

no lights, and when you least expect it, bang!

By the time you see the white of their teeth, they've already broken your

headlights. Oh, God.

Oh, and of course, they report you to the police.

Now I'm fucked.

It might just be a dog. But I'm vegan.

Wait.

Would a negro have been better?

Fucking racist.

I'm the fucking racist?

I'm not the one using the term negro.

You're the fucking racist.

Look it up in the dictionary.

Originally, negro referred to a certain ethnic group from Africa.

But over the years, it has taken on negative and derogatory connotations. A

negro is a negro. It depends on the context of the phrase and the tone of

voice. Come on.

I have a lot of negro.

Black friends.

Shouldn't we get out and have a look?

What the hell is that?

That's definitely not a negro.

It seems like...

I don't know.

What type of animal is it?

If this is what I think it is, we're gonna be rich.

So? So you know what animal it is.

I wouldn't call it an animal.

I'd call it a legend.

Or a whole lot of cash.

So?

It's a chupacabra.

A chupa what? Please.

Come on, look at it. What else could it be? A dog? A wild pig?

Trust me, this is a chupacabra.

I didn't realize you were also an expert on chupacabras.

Excuse me?

I'm a member of the Cryptozoology Club.

A crypto what?

People who believe in UFOs and the Loch Ness Monster.

Nessie exists, 100%. Yeah, right.

So, what do we do now?

What do you mean, what we do now?

We load it into the car and then sell it to some university.

No way. I don't want this mutated beaver in my car.

What difference does it make? It's dead. Listen, I've got historical props from

film sets in that truck.

Actually, they're copies.

And I've got no intention of dumping a dead animal on top of them just because

you're convinced this is a chupacabra. I mean, a chupacabra in Italy.

I pay for the fuel, so...

The car is mine.

Listen. Why don't we put it in the trunk and move the props next to Paolo on the

back seat?

One of them is too fragile. I don't want... I'll hold it. But you don't

understand.

I don't... No.

Please.

Mister, help me out.

One, two, three, lift!

Try not to kill yourself.

Don't break anything.

Hold this.

It's the most fragile.

It's going to be a long night.

What's wrong with him now?

I don't know.

Perhaps he's not well.

I knew it. We picked up a drag addict.

As soon as our backs were turned, he shot up. Here in the car with us.

I don't think so.

If we get stopped by the police, we're gonna be in deep shit.

It's strange.

It's a miracle he hasn't already slid our throats.

That's it. I've had enough.

Nev.

Fuck him and the Chupacabra. I'm not taking any more of this shit.

Bye.

Holy shit.

My hero wasn't dead, just knocked out.

That's Billet.

Aiden him.

There's no signal.

Must be your phone.

Fuck. Mine too.

We are in the middle of nowhere.

The signal must be weak.

Impossible. I was here last year and it worked perfectly.

What the fuck is going on? There are too many clichés for me.

Something's going on.

Paolo, look!

What?

I think I saw a light.

Where? Over there.

What's that?

I have no idea.

It's beautiful.

Don't! What?

It could be toxic.

I don't think so.

Clean your hands.

I don't need to. They have already dried. Look.

Did you hear that, too?

Let's go.

Oh, God.

Go, go, go, go, go.

What the fuck was that?

Tell me, this is all a nightmare. You saw that too, didn't you? Yeah, it

looked like, it looked like... It was a fucking demon.

Yes. We need to go. From now on, we don't stop for any reason, okay?

I don't feel too good. Believe me, neither do I.

No, trust me, I really need...

Help! Please help me!

Put your heads in the air and then lie down on the floor!

I need help! On the floor!

What the fuck?

What the fuck are you doing? I didn't do anything.

And who might you be?

My name is Paolo.

Paolo Ricci.

I was in a car with two other people. When?

We were attacked by...

Monsters.

One of us was torn to pieces by one of those things.

Then Tanya.

Tanya?

Yeah.

I don't know what happened, but I think she was infected.

Infected? Yes, by... By some strange liquid.

She became a fucking mon-

Monster.

And where is she now?

A few kilometers from here.

On the road.

Near a field.

Take him and put him in isolation.

Then inform Victoria to take some men and go in search of the cocoon. When

they have found it, tell her to monitor it and to keep me informed.

Now.

Yes, sir.

No, wait, wait!

What the fuck is going on here?

Hmm... Tanya... Interesting

name...

the metamorphosis again.

Who the fuck would I know?

Don't fuck around. We're on a mission.

Valor seems euphoric to find another hybrid like him.

He'll want to fuck her.

Perhaps he's looking for his soulmate.

Or an ally.

But she's just a civilian.

With his same powers.

He's not the same. He's been like that for years.

He trained hard to become what he is.

Right, when she finally comes out of a cocoon, she'll probably be some whining

pussy.

Oh my god, what's happening to me? It's a nightmare, wake me up!

Perhaps, but she could have become mentally... instable.

You know what I mean.

Whatever the case, she could be useful to us.

Ah, the war is over by now.

It is not over until it's over.

Even if this woman turns out to be the perfect ally, it would be too late

anyway.

We'll see.

I repeat, the bastards we went to fuck her are the same.

You left your radio on, soldier.

I'm sorry, sir.

Do you think he heard?

The radio is still on, soldier.

It was nice knowing you.

There she is.

Stop, next to the willow tree.

We found her.

Excellent. Monitor her and don't let her out of your sight.

Keep me updated every 20 minutes.

Understood. Now what do we do?

Observe and wait for orders.

If I had known, I would have brought a pack of cards.

Cut it out. Remember, we're still in hostile territory.

These madmen are gonna kill me. What did you say?

Nothing.

I was just wondering if what they say about you military is true.

What? That you're just a bunch of repressed fags.

You know, the sheer showers, the big guns, the macho attitude.

Are you calling me a cocksucker?

No.

No, I was thinking more of... Shirtlifter.

Fuck it, retard.

What's going on here?

Nothing, sir. Just a few problems with the prisoner.

I understand.

Who's in charge of the checkpoints, monitoring the area of the space-time

anomaly? Bava, sir.

Bring him to me.

Yes, sir.

I hate the ones who always reply, yes sir, don't you?

But you know how it is.

The procedure.

Your name is Paolo, right?

Yes.

I want to show you something.

What was your job, Bava?

To monitor the activity of the enemy around base camp, sir. Not your current

job.

Your previous one.

To place roadblocks around the anomaly to make sure that no civilians would be

accidentally transported onto this planet, sir.

So, can you explain how three civilians in a car managed to travel

light years to get here?

Can't explain it.

you are going to give it to me.

As you will probably have guessed, we are no longer on the Earth.

In fact, if you were to go outside and look to the sky, on the left, you

might be able to make out the sun.

Obviously from here, it would just resemble a simple star.

However, to cut a long story short, we are at war.

with the natives.

Your friend isn't dead.

She is mutating.

Becoming like me. And we would be in need of her help.

But I need to convince her to join our course.

Do you understand?

Of course.

Excellent.

So when she comes out of the cocoon, you will help us.

to convince her to collaborate.

That's just the answer I was looking for. If you continue like this, before

long, you will be a free man.

Ah, I forgot to mention it, but should you change your mind,

Fuck. I'm a dead man.

Don't say that.

Panon will cut my pulse off with that sword of his.

Come on.

Perhaps he'll just cut off your head immediately.

Come on, for Christ's sake.

It wouldn't be the first time he's killed one of his own men.

That's true, but he's only killed those who damaged or compromised our mission.

Even in the Zelylus way.

You see?

But you haven't compromised anything.

You just spouted bullshit.

Anyway, Bannon is too cold and detached to worry about shit like that.

I wouldn't be so sure about that. Well, he hasn't compromised anything.

Hasn't done anything wrong, so... So, just keep your nerve. Do your job.

Everything will be fine.

I fucking hope so.

Well, you certainly can't run to the hills.

They are full of demons.

Anyway, next time?

It's time.

Holy shit.

You aren't going to hurt me, are you?

Hmmph!

Tanya? It wasn't me.

The demons, sir?

No. Even if they have the faculty of telekinetic powers, their culture

requires them to seek direct confrontation.

With their bare hands.

Only with their physical force.

No. This is the work of a hybrid.

Another.

You're different.

It must be my new haircut.

Not just physically.

It seems like you're a different person.

It's been a long night.

Well, thanks anyway.

For before.

There is a chief.

About a kilometer from here.

We can use it to get away. Where do you want to go?

Where do you think?

Home. Far away from here.

We're not in Italy anymore.

What?

So, where are we?

In ex-Yugoslavia?

Not really.

Really, I don't know how to tell you this, but... But what?

That star. Which one?

That one.

Over there. Yeah.

I think so.

That's where our home is.

Or should be.

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Let me guess.

This is a jib. It must have been those things.

Wait.

You understand what I'm saying, don't you?

What are you doing?

We can communicate.

Telepathically, I think.

I can hear his voice in my head.

And I think that he can hear mine.

So that's what that sheet's for.

Wait.

We are not your enemies.

Those over there are your enemies.

They are the ones who left the trap.

Paolo, help me.

What? Help me to remove the trap.

No way, what if he bites me?

Fuck.

I am trying to create a bond with this creature.

So we don't end up crushed to death.

Can you try not to rock the boat more than necessary?

I'm rocking the boat.

You're doing everything yourself.

Listen, I haven't forgotten that you literally kicked me out of the car.

You had become a fucking monster.

What the hell was I supposed to do? I needed your help. Where were you?

Nice try.

But remember, you are the one who gave me a lift yesterday.

So? So do you think I would risk my life for somebody I barely know?

But I... I what?

Reality check, Tanya. This is not a movie where everybody cares about

everybody and everything ends up all wine and roses. This is reality.

And I did exactly what you have done.

Which is save my own ass. And I would do it again.

Said the horde woman.

Try not to get me angry.

I'm still learning how to control all of this Yeah,

we're coming boss

Device performance health analyzes completed.

No errors detected.

Device restart.

Procedure in progress.

Be reasonable.

The plan is not going to change. We cannot do this.

We haven't got the right.

Dr. Kirk, your mission was to channel the anomalies and transport us here to

this godforsaken place.

You did your job well.

Now please, let us do ours.

Nobody told me that your plan involved exterminating an entire planet.

Moon, Dr.

Kirk, this is a moon.

Listen, these anomalies have been going on for centuries.

Every 666 years, the Earth and this planet are aligned, and through space

-dimensional fields, some portions... of the earth end up here.

Exactly. And occasionally, some of the native beasts end up in our own

backyard.

These creatures took a negative connotation in Christian iconography and

many other earthly religions.

But although they are hostile, primitive beings who find themselves in a

situation of confusion,

Frightened. I know why we are here as well as you do.

Where are you headed with this, Dr. Kirk?

Please.

Even though these things always happen, there has never been an apocalypse.

It is true that we have a duty to protect our safety, but for sure we are

not risking extinction.

We have to find other solutions to try to stop these anomalies.

We cannot blow up this planet and erase millions of forms of life from

the universe.

The choice is neither yours nor is it mine.

The powers that be have decided and I, for one, personally, do that which is

requested of me. And, frankly, I do it with pleasure.

I believe that saving the Earth is...

Just a way for you to dignify your revenge on these creatures.

Tell the truth.

You not only mourn those who you have lost, but you detest what you have

become. A freak.

That is no longer recognized in humanity.

A freak.

I admit.

I no longer recognize myself in humanity.

But believe me, it is something I ardently pursue.

And what is there more human than revenge?

Trust me, Dr.

Kirk. If you wish to see a planet where the sun rises again, do not get in my

way.

The teleport settings will return to their minimum base values.

Try to press B.

Can you trust us now?

These men are here to exterminate you.

They have brought a bomb.

a bomb what oh god it's it's tell him it's a weapon

shut up it's a weapon to destroy this planet

we have to stop them the three of us and who else

picked up dance activities not far from here.

Another group of those three-legged creatures?

Negative, sir. I think they're demons.

Demons?

How many?

It is hard to say.

The sensors picked up their activity in a confined area.

Ah.

An army.

Army? A small one, but strong enough to wipe us out if we are not prepared.

If you're right, there shouldn't be that many more of them than us. Which means

luck is on our side, given that there's a whole planet of them out there.

But, sir, the problem remains that our weapons are obsolete to face them. In

fact, bullets hardly pierce their skin, which is why I use this sword.

But I am the only one strong enough to wield it.

So, we are all dead, sir?

No. It's not the best of situations, but we should be able to organize a tight

and effective resistance.

Let's set the bomb now and head back to the Earth directly.

Of course it would.

So why don't we? Because I want to have fun one last time.

But, sir... I know.

I'm an incurable romantic.

The mission is almost concluded, but he has no intention of taking us home.

All he is interested in is that you want to the death with those things.

I don't want to die on this shitty planet.

What do you suggest?

I suggest we go. We'll set off the bomb and head off by activating the portal.

And leave all the others to die here?

We'll spread the word. Those who want to come with us can come. The others can

stay and die on this rock.

Once back on Earth, who say that Bannon and the others didn't make it, but we've

managed to excavate the bomb in time.

A

wonderful

plan, but I would have a few objections.

But, sir... I understand that you are afraid, but after spending so much time

with me, I hoped you would have learned something.

In the case that one of you decided to betray me, he who doesn't kill me,

had better run.

They sit over there.

I want to see as many of those bastards blown into pieces as possible.

My heart skips a beat every time their fluorescent blood illuminates the night.

At what distance shall we place the mines, sir?

Just outside the gates, but not so close that they could harm us.

Yes, sir.

What that is, soldier?

Not sure.

AHH!

Where is the bomb?

It's... It's at the center of the base.

So you built a warehouse.

Not exactly.

This used to be a small industrial complex.

When they closed it many years ago, we decided to use it as a package

for the bomb.

And for Hellgate.

Hellgate? Yeah.

The machine that opened the portal to this planet.

I call it VBR 700.

But Bannon said that Hellgate was a cooler name.

It sounds like a video game.

Well, I'm sure that was its origin.

What are you going to do? Stop that madman.

Not that I'm mad about these things with horns.

But I don't want to explode along with this planet.

Yeah, understandable.

Good. So deactivate the bomb.

But to be honest, the term bomb is misleading.

This machine creates a magnetic force that... Listen!

Out there there are soldiers fighting demons.

I have grown horns. There is no need for you to explain how this could make a

planet explode.

Actually, make it implode. Right, implode.

Deactivated! I can... ...damage the manual system.

But anyway, Bannon's got a remote control in case of emergency.

So?

So... I have to destroy the transmitter.

Take me to the bomb.

Game over.

What are you going to do, you schizoid?

Nothing special, apart from eliminating these things from the galaxy.

And you?

Do you have any plans for this evening?

Just try to deactivate this thing, so I won't be involved in your alien

holocaust. Oh, you should have told me sooner.

I have nothing against you personally.

Didn't your friend tell you that I tried to recruit you?

Recruit me?

Yeah, he told me.

He mentioned something about it.

And? And he also mentioned what you do to those you recruit.

Oh, only to those who don't perform their duties.

If you say so. Yes, I do. That is the case.

So, what's your proposal?

Are you willing to kill those things?

Only if I'm threatened.

That is not the answer I was hoping to hear. So why do you want to kill them?

Have you been ordered to? Yes, but I was going to anyway.

Why? Oh, nothing original.

They killed somebody I knew.

I killed some of them.

The transformation.

The usual story.

You know there is no need for this. Of course I do.

But can't you feel it too?

The boredom. The apathy.

The alienation from those of your own race.

They transmitted it to you the moment their blood came into contact with

yours.

We are no longer human and we will never be human again.

I am human That is not true and you know it

You have felt what it's like to slip inside the mind of another man and make

him do what you want You have tasted the power you have

experienced what it means to be a god

Once you have felt these sensations, there is no turning back.

A god doesn't need any armor. Nor a spade. Or a mask.

The mask.

I wear the mask so as to not terrorize my men.

More than necessary.

You are in the first stages of the mutation.

You won't have that pretty little face for much longer.

There has to be a way.

To do what?

Reverse the process?

It's impossible.

I wonder what you were like when you were human.

Tall, bald, incredibly good looking.

And now?

And now, nothing.

In a few moments, all of this will have ceased to exist.

I promise you, it won't be the explosion that kills you.

Technically, it is an implosion.

Boom.

Good night, sweet Tanya.

uh oh

Tanya?

I'm not going to die in this fucking place. How does the tele-transporter

work? And you're watching me.

Teleportation procedure starting.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Good journey.

Shit.

Oof!

ahem

Walls of kings circle the cities.

Walls of faith circle the mind.

Live the life and you may live forever.

I'm not designed to live so I can die.

You live forever.

Born into slavery.

Where is your mind?

Walk free.

Yeah, you can break the manicure.

Can't you see?

You were designed for life.

Cast my fate into the sun There's gotta be someone thinned everyone

But these disease-ridden reprobates Are colder than the edge of space

Lines

of fate keep you together

I live in a world of doubt that sets me free.

Free the doubt.

I make my own assumption.

Free the flower and anything to believe.

to the sun there's gotta be someone and everyone but these disease

-ridden reprobates are colder than the edge of space

I cast my faith into the sun.

There's gotta be someone in everyone.

But these disease-ridden reprobates are colder than the edge of space.

I cast my faith into the sun.

There's gotta be someone in everyone.

But these disease-ridden reprobates are colder than the edge of space.

I'll call it the edge of space.