Every one of you craves life's pleasures, yet you don't indulge. You want to drink from ecstacy's cup, yet you won't imbibe. You want to walk the edge, like Nero, but you're afraid to fall, so you back away, slowly, hoping no one notices your frailties, your cowardice. You wish you weren't so weak, and you hurt. Well what do you know about pain!? Try walking in my shoes. Experience my sorrow, a childhood without hope, a life without joy. But hey, at least you'll be alive. They say the Nero is the Flock's guide down alienation's barren path. But really, I walk alone....
I would want to live longer...