
 Check my brain, here comes the rush.
 On the edge of death, I feel most alive.
 There's nothing quite like having somebody
 else's reality forced upon you.
 All my toys are broken, and the only things
 I have left are shattered dreams, sharp knives,
 and the electromagnetic shotgun hard-wired 
 to my forehead.

Morat the Black [Assault] '93

