... and she's scribbling my name... wore me down from the lack of sleep... they all look the same beaten down and red eyed like me, and she tells me that soon all this will be a memory and all will come back to me.

-So where do I sign?
-Just right there by the dotted line.

... and right there displayed is the list that gave me away... and she tells me that it's ok it all comes down to this, that although I have stood my ground they bear no grudge towards me and I will be soon enough free to roam the streets again up and down untill I'm beat, free to feel the warmth of defeat.

As I look down I can see my hands shake and all of the room sways.

- Gun me down!!! Shoot me right now I wont concede... It's too much of a ransom to pay to become the ideology's slave, no matter how good it may be. There's no benefit gained from this trade that would be worth the sacrifice made. I am not your pawn to play.