If ignorance is bliss, give me sadness and an advil. A shot of whiskey to pound down like iron to an anvil and I will stand still. Happy I can still feel, with more steel in my will, forged and focused for higher skill. Im on fire but wont **** the life they conceal. Ill just let it be... Whisper words of wisdom. Fools make me want to shout in hopes the sheer volume can drown out the monotonous monologue of uncaring, undaring nonsense the mutter from under the mask they are constantly wearing.