It's happening again. Everything we fought for is rotting at the foundations again. I know how this ends. I know you've heard this one before: everything falls apart. And we're making the same mistakes again. I remember that night, standing out in the pouring rain with a loaded gun to defend what's mine. Looking back was I wasting my time? This isn't worth it, I was out of my mind. And we're making the same mistakes again. Over and over again, revolver. Over and over again.