Don't you look at me. In my little corner of space and times I like to stare at the rain coming from outside the window. It is the sparkle that lights our chests behind the wall, while all the screams and laughter are bouncing everywhere. Two minutes to paradise. Paradise is a strange word to us, to me personally it is represented by squared meters of metal, who launch their wings across the beings. We are foots above everyone else... Does that not feel good? Anytime you feel something runnin' against you, and you see red lights on top of you, thou shall not stop it, Overdose is here.