With the world so set on tearing itself apart, it don’t seem like such a bad thing to me to wanna put a little bit of it back together.
Be their hero. Be their monument, be their angel, be anything they need you to be. Or be none of it. You don’t owe this world a thing. You never did.[to Clark]
All I have in this world is my balls and my word, and I don’t break ’em for no one.
The world is quite like London. It’s not good. It’s not bad. It just is. There’s no morality or dishonor. Just your own lonely code. Until your race is run. Until the end. Until we’re all just ghosts of the people we once thought we were.
It’s the bomb that didn’t go off. The danger no one knew was real. That’s the bomb with the real power to change the world.
The world is in our hands. It’s left to us, guys. And we gotta do something with it.
The world is built on a wall. It separates kind. Tell either side there’s no wall, you bought a war. Or a slaughter.
I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.
You are all my children, and you’re lost, because you follow blind leaders. These false gods, systems of the weak, they’ve ruined my world. No more.
We’re the people saving the world from what might have been. The world will never know what could happen. And even if they did, they wouldn’t care. Because no one cares about the bomb that didn’t go off. Only the one that did.
The outside world awaits. Remember, wicked is good.
In an insane world, it is the sane who is called crazy.
