We gave you the right to question your own position. But all you ever do is gnaw at your stitches… We’ve been standing by; preparing to violate these traditions and extend this war of attrition. Beware. They’ve been doctoring evidence and taking pictures. Beware. Carnivores lurk behind ever line of scripture. Ladies and gentlemen… pardon my intrusion… but this realisation will tear you free. Open your chests and lend your tumours to me. A mutineer may find the crowd lonesome. But the plank and cancer are one and the same. Who needs love when you’ve got the whole damned sea? If deep blue is a curtain call… Then cut me loose… Men, like kingdoms will forever rise and fall…  Why bother negotiating a truce… Bedlam has me by the hair but its weathered carcass can’t go much further… the end is in sight… So with all your fervour… Strip me clean and feed me to this wretched night