you either control your fears or you let 'em control you.
Every second of every day, you try to keep yourself in check.
Grind your teeth. Tell yourself it's okay.
Bury the anxiety if you have to.
But you can't--you can't convince yourself that what's out there is real.
Time slips away from ya and it don't feel real no more.
It's like you're just an outsider to your own life; watching a movie of it play before your eyes.
And there you are, big as life.
You're a fucking movie star.
You feel good. You are good.
But something is different this time.
You realize everyone else is watching too.
But they aren't laughing--they're screaming.
They're watching a horror movie.
And you ain't the hero no more.
You're the monster.
the clock has frozen over--
you've run out of time.
You no longer have Plan B's lying around to save your hide.
Because the darkest times are ahead, and you are given but one choice.
For the greater good.
So you can move forward.
the fight has just begun.
Let it wash over you,
cover you entirely.
Because there is no light no more--
But we are creatures of the night.
We don't need light.
Take my hand.
We have much to do.
Dogz of War.