The world is run by an organization more secret than the night of your conception.

This esoteric high tier elitist industry makes me sick.....but the product is what keeps me here.

I run on tracks. I build tracks. I kill tracks, and ride tracks. The only thing that won't ever happen to me and a track is derailment.

This world is SO temporary!

You don't just mean the world to me, you ARE my world!

THE POOR AND THE SUBJECT CALLED "POVERTY" IS FILTH TO THE RICH AND THE SUBJECT CALLED "RICHES", BUT CLEANLINESS IS THE ONLY MARK OF ACCEPTANCE.