it's risky when i put a playlist on shuffle in the car because there's a decent chance that i end up hurting my throat from screaming about how right here, right now, all the way in battery city, the little children raise their open filthy palms like tiny daggers up to heaven, and all the juvie halls, and the ritalin rats, ask anGELS MADE FROM NEON AND FUCKING GARBAGE, SCREAM OUT, WHAT WILL SAVE US