They want their way, I should fit exactly into their cover up, they keep looking for me, where they find me is what, they give to me. They get their way with me, they win, that’s what they give. And all of this is brought to me by Sir. They’re not here to live or survive, only to stay jealous of good people. And they kill. Staying arrogant all this while. They stay covered up. That’s a deadly set of rules that they exhibit. Do I even have a chance here, this thing is a machine, nothing will go through to him, you can’t bargain with it, you can’t evade him either. He’ll get his way, even if it takes several years or iterations or several of him. You can think of them as a certain race of humans dedicated to be bad like the west, but later turns out to be good, and world leader, and I’m the dead guy here, taking blame and guilt, for the better good of all. You can’t fight this thing, you only stay put, and avoid his constantly scanning prying stare.