5:48 you saw me crawling on a bed moving with these creatures desperate to be fed
I am the beginning of my own end I know.
I am afraid.
I am afraid of who I was who I am where I go with these hands, these hands your hands.
Just let me go.
But you grasp these fingers tight and keep me still. You taste these chapped lips and give them sustenance. You betray me, break me, slay me all to save me.
And I know, somehow.
You are the beginning and the end of me and it's a dangerous road.