Stolen bodies working stolen land. It was an engine that did not stop, its hungry boiler fed with blood.
被盗的身体在被盗的土地上工作。这是一个不会停止的引擎,它饥饿的锅炉以血为食。
我一直是这个世界上的陌生人,一个访客,一个游客。
我们生活在时间中——它抓住我们并塑造我们——但我从未觉得我非常理解它。
I'm not here to please everyone. I'm here to be true to myself.
A story is never finished; it only stops.