do you remember when? yeah, so do i. we call those the "good old days"--what a fuckin' lie. i call it a lie. pull my hair, take me there. is it our duty to die for governments and for gods? is it our privilege to slave for market and for industry? is it our right to follow laws, set to scare and to oppress? is it a gift to stay in line and will it take away the blame? we can no longer pay the price. we'll get organized. we'll no longer believe working for you will set us free. came on hot and soft and then it tightened up its tentacles.