"i don't care. i don't care anymore. 
isn't that horrific? wasn't giving a shit the last open door 
out of this abstraction that they label as 'worthwhile' 
i used to run with grace, but tell me how does one crawl a mile? 
without a destination, 
without orientation, 
with all this hesitation, 
and just aggravation 
cause all i hear is dead end-talking 
and all i see is bullshit walking on and on" 
he paused for a short while, he’s got both hands in his face. 
"you know, i can't put my anger in a productive place. 
it would be easier to do so, if i could only grasp its source, 
but when aggresion meets self-loathing they become the strongest force 
got no destination, 
no orientation, 
all this hesitation, 
and just aggravation 
and all i hear is dead end-talking 
and all i see is bullshit walking on and on“