Consume my rythm and poetry and die inside while doing so. Those who survive this album filled with hate of others and hate of myself. Those who survive the anxiety attacks in these words. Those who survive the war inside themselves to commit suicide. Those who survive the disease of depression. Those who survive the pessimist view of the world. Consume this, and you will die. Or who knows... maybe you can Consume and live. But only the strong may do so.