Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose. Which is bullshit, of course. God. I don't even know what that means. Who's got nothing left to lose? The dead? The imprisoned for life? Don't see much freedom there.
Here I am, peeling down the highway at 90 miles an hour on a junkyard motorcycle, parts shaking like they want to go back to being spare, and I can't die. Now that, that's freedom for you.
Vampire. That's what you're guessing I am, isn't it? Fucking vampires. Fillin' up all the shelves right before we came out to the open, making everyone think anything undead and immortal that drinks blood (sometimes, sometimes, dammit; you don't live on soda, do you?) is fanged and sparkly or whatever the hell have you.
Screw that. Fucking vampires haven't even come out of their coffins yet, shaking in their boots ever since Nosferatu slipped the cover on their sunlight problems. No, no, no. I am not a vampire. We clear on that? None of that bullshit here. I am 100%, genuine, good to the guts ghoul.
And I wanna flip this bike over a fucking cliff and ride the wind like there's no end to tomorrows.