(0100) when the car crashes

don't know where i'm going to turn next. every street is a dead end; everyone - a dead soul. each memory brings me further down the spiral. the guilty party is waiting on the other side. who's going to try to take your place next? you're too busy racing towards the prize, whatever that is. when the car crashes, i guess i'll see you at the funeral.

it's just perfect. it's all just fucking perfect.