I'm scared, scared, that my purpose in life is to smoke cigarettes at 5 am.
I'm scared, scared, very scared. That my purpose dwelled on life is to only be a product sold.
but seemingly
If I already had a toxic mouth
and rotten lungs from the air I have taken in from the breath that was sold already by a consumer.

Then, I have no reason to listen to everyone who says I will die from this.