How hollow, how empty is this sterile world of blackened death, this swirling cesspool of simple minds who's mortal decay pulls us all to our waiting graves. The constant screaming of the lifeless beasts fills the air, "Give up! Give in! Sell yourself into a life of idiocracy." But I turn my ears deaf on their cry. I lift my head to the faceless masses, wipe the tears from my eyes, and laugh with a laughter they can't understand. For they sold their laughter for skyscrapers and limousines. They stare in wonder, their one mind asking in one voice, "Who are you?" I tell them, "I am man."