There is enough treachery, hatred, violence, absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day.
The best at murder are those who preach against it.
The best at hate are those who preach love.
The best at war finally are those who preach peace.
Beware the average man, the average woman.
Beware their love, for their love is average and it seeks average.
But there is genius in their hatred...
Not wanting solitude, not understanding solitude, they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own.
Not being able to create art, they will not understand art.
They will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world.
Not being able to love fully, they will believe your love incomplete.
And then they will hate you... and their hatred will be perfect.
Their finest art...

I got no regrets
But I'm over life
I'm endorsing death
I'm a corpse at best
I've supported the feeling of being so depressed
That instead of going for gold
I'd rather just go to bed