All the works and wrecks

The idea of wondering if one's expectation is fulfilled and knowing what is actually requested is just plain bullshit.
Metal plates could only do so much. Finding yourself on the urge of giving in to anything that is shown is another.
Just remember that I'll leave my thank-you note underneath the death bed.
Is it satisfying to know that everything you worked for is nothing but a lone speck of dust? Think before you answer. Really, think.
Use your brain for once in awhile rather than just sit there assuming everything will work out without any sort form of intelligence. Hard to believe. Accept the fact.
You're stupid for choosing to be in the crowd of idiocy.
Burn the pitch already. They've worked you damn well I might say.
Kinda distorted too.
Take everything in. The idea of hurting myself had never become so appealing.