"I Had the Money Shot... and She Went Broke"

This ain't a threat.
Your own sympathy is all you've got.
Deep breaths. Regret.
We are not sorry. We are not.

Nothing but hell can save us now.
Nothing can save us now.

Deep breaths.
Incarcerate the ones that seem to have all the answers.
They'll never see the sun, until they find the cure for cancer.
Regret.

How dare you?

Baby, I'm a rock 'n roll nightmare.