"The car is on fire, and there's no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we're all so many drunks with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are dead at the top of their poles. It went like this: the buildings toppled in on themselves. Mothers, clutching babies, picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything awash in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you’re beautiful, these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream, or a fever. We woke up one morning, and we fell a little further; for, sure as the valley of death, I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood." -Godspeed You! Black Emperor
