They may not seem like much one at a time, but in a group, all riled up and hungry? Man, you watch your ass.
There’s no way to really protect yourself. You can’t put a weapon between you and losing people, and you can’t even run away from them, either.
You can hear that somebody’s gone. You can see it for yourself. And even then, you still can’t believe it. Sometimes you just can’t say goodbye.
Why stand? Why sleep, why eat, why even live after all of this s***, Alicia, if it doesn’t mean anything? If we’re out here, we got to make it mean something. That’s what we need. That’s what I need. ‘Cause I’m not done yet.