Else early on, infernos exhaled... else early on, young and hungry, you don't need to be told, don't need to be asked. It's clear, because we're finished, because we're out of all the lasts. And down by the ruin, that's all there is. Later on, sure enough, degrade into night. I don't need any wants, don't hold out for any needs... there's still enough stuck to our cavities for all the desperate to always outnumber the free. And fucking cross down by the ruin. Else early on, you don't need to be told.