If I tell you it's fiction you'll want to believe it: Don't want to see all the: Blood on your hands. Seeing is lying you wouldn't admit to: But it's all perception: As I understand. Fortune is lost by the Men who endure it: And I wouldn't risk more: On death row. I can still see that you're wanting to know more: So please come and read: My manifesto. Who are you? Nobody. But no one told Him.