Playing a part in the conspiracy, this is something neo, like a modern form of piracy. the dream hit me so hard it felt so f**ing real, they symbolized our ridiculous escape from ma** opinion. liberate yourself! she went out for the fight against oppression, the head in the crosshair, she never returned home. implied thoughts, this aint something romantic, and i fought, but this fight can never save anyone. weve got to buy spikes for my belt! thats freedom? impressions of your sandbox revolution