Only one last regret: the war they can't forget. One side; divide. Fighting from within, begging for the freedom to reside in their own skin. Waiting, aching, demons in the making. When will come the day that all our sins will be forsaking? All thanks to the generation that relieves our last temptations. But that's just this dang nation. We were born into mutation. Raised with the ideal that "it's all yours for the taking". But we're already breaking; slaving to the bone. Escaping from reality to survive the great unknown. I've come to the conclusion: life is just another delusion. An allusion of vanity that masks our ultimate insanity. Downfall, last call: when did humanity become so small?