turn to the sixty-six for just a second. when seven frightens nine the game begins. so we reckon variety wins. since crowding pays the raise of productivity has set the mark and justified the cage, justified confines, justified the fabricated differentiation in our minds. yet there is nothing to face, nothing defied, nothing to live for when reason is offline tonight. tonight we're killing resistance. tonight we're killing the distance. distinctiveness is existence by operating the rest from inside.