I want to create a beautiful suicide for the masses, to create in death what I have failed to achieve in life... Anger, despair, frustration these are words I've heard a thousand times. Those same words uttered by the souls of so many and yet heard by the ears of so few, the few, who like me, have dared to question mankind's limitations.      They say there's a dream inside of me. But the more I sleep, the less I dream.   You'll understand me better when I've gone.      I pray for you and I pray for me, but God don't listen can't you see? You'll understand me better when I've gone.      Is this what our lives have come to?       Well, fuck your lies, fuck your life and fuck your stupid god.