I’ve been living in a hole. I’ve been walking backwards again.

I shoot for the gold. I’ll serve my own will to the end.

I won’t even speak to hard headed dummies or pigs.

As far as I’m concerned it’s every man for himself.

I wish you well, and when it all goes to hell and it’s every man for himself,

will mercy spread her legs for you?

I’ll lend not a helping hand but a boot to the throat of the weak.

I beg forgiveness of nobody. I’ll steal everything that I seek.

I won’t even speak to ignorant halfwits or priests

as far as I’m concerned it’s doomsday. I suggest you get back on your feet.