I'm gonna fight 'em all
A nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back

And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell

And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that aint what you want to hear
But thats what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will sing no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home.
- Lyrics White Stripes - Seven Nation Army.

To the PMC.
To my professors.
To the threatening guy with beard.
To the guy who spat five feet away from my car and said I wasn't the cops.
To the lab assistant who makes me sign in and out of the lab, even though he knows there are no lights.
To the SOB co-ordinator who wouldn't take my form.
To one of THE most fuckall ideas to ever hit me.
To me.

"I don't enjoy fear. But I have learnt to respect it."