Broken Windshield, Blowing Snow Driving home and I'm eating crow.

Back from the war, the wait is over. Now on to bigger and brighter things.

Something old is waking up. Something that was set to protect will now serve its purpose, after aeons of dreaming. It composed the most beautiful music in those dreams.

Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not watching you...

Let's get the fuk outta here.