Current Location: I'm not even sure, i've been running for a long time... i'm everywhere, in the Airwaves.
Current Status: Alone. Worried... haven't been able to communicate with anyone. Lost but still breathing... Always armed, with gun in hand, ready to ghost anyone. Nothing is safe anymore.
Look Alive, Killjoys. Die with your mask on if you've got to.
Mom and Dad don’t look so hot these days They’re getting over the hill Death is closing in and catching up As far as I can tell Got a plan of action and cold blood And it smells of defiance I’ll just wait for mom and dad to die And get my inheritance