The last collectable collective notion before the poison kicked in:nHistory loves it’s leaders. History loves when you coddle it’s children.nAchy-breaky.nFather, you’re a natural. A walking dead man documentary.nYour victims and your friends all followed you here.nThey were all the same, and they became a part of you.nnWait a minute before we leave, cause I’ve got something to tell you.nWait a minute before we leave, cause I’ve got something to show you.nWait a minute before we leave, cause I’ve got something to ask you.nWait a minute before we leave. Are we really escaping?nnEvery day I need things.nWe’ll erase you, Mr. Jones.nI’m a link in your chain.nWe’ll enslave you, Mr. Jones.nnEvery little thought I ever knew is being shaved away.nEvery ounce of our humanity is mixed in flavor-aide. nnWe are pencil. You are ink.nGraphite will grovel. History loves when you eat kids.nExtract the weak genes. nnTom Jones, Jim Jones, Grace Jones, Indiana JonesnnDid you notice all the children dying? Did you notice all the failed escape?nDo you remember what the battle was? Lastly, have you won or have you lost?nDid you panic when it all came down? Were you attempting to preserve the crown?nIn the end, was it only you around and the others didn’t matter? nOr did the weaker links snap you like a pen? The ink has been splattered. nnWait a minute before we leave, because I’m having some second thoughts. nn*this song is a tribute to the victims of the Jonestown Massacre, and/or similar tragedies. nn…nn(lyrics: RoMak/music: Tleilax, RoMak, Shechet)