I saw a baby bird with your face in my dreams, it wilted into a sweet puddle of decay and misery upon my very glance. And in that moment I knew that freedom was a illusion, and my destiny was foregone but not foreseen. We walk our broken path oblivious to the pain it will inevitably bring, whether god or some other force of creation I know it is not my fault for what I shall do, and thus... I que for a match.