They Didn’t Get Me, I Should Have

I’ve Always Hated Being Looked At.

You Can Build Walls All The Way To The Sky And I Will Find A Way To Fly Above Them.

It's The Way He Says My Name: Like Music.

Now I'd Rather Be Infected With Love For The Tiniest Sliver Of A Second Than Live A Hundred Years Smothered By A Lie.

This Is The Language Of The World Before—a World Of Chaos And Confusion And Happiness And Despair—before The Blitz Turned Streets To Grids, Cities To Prisons, And Hearts To Dust.