Maður á sína slæmu daga sem og góða, þetta samdi ég einn slæman dag. Wednesday in the wastelands dark, deep, deceiving deep inside me lurking inside the the deep dark basement of my soul eating whats left of me throwing away good, evil, mind, everything everything which is my existence my being which is nothing but a glimpse a light, a flicker, lost in the cold shadows of death a light fading forever and darkness becomes everything.