We are humans. We want to know everything.

We get tangled up like wires	. -. - .-. --- .--. -.--	Secret wish: To be identical to the ocean	Wuxi
To this reality I must resign myself	What you call truth is a blur. What you call knowledge is a rusty memory. What you call trust is a hope, a loyalty which has gone untested.	You Know What I'm Sayin'	weighing of souls
I wanted to do it again	domestic surveillance