Sandwiches inside me, changing, forming all of my pain.

They're more than I can take, the sandiwches are more than I can take.


Sometimes sandwiches are everywhere; they're stronger than I can bare.


I HATES THE SANDWICHES, SO GO AND !#@* A DEAR.

NO MORE PAIN, NO MORE SANDWICHES, MY PAIN IS YOURS TO BARE.


I'm free, the sandwiches are yours, nothing remains of them amongst my pee.


Just kidding, peeing is for (*##$es', I'm not a (*##$ so I don't pee; (*##$.

Nothing remains; since their [sandwiches] ascenion I've been free to be hollow, void of the sandwiches.


MUTHA' !#@*A, REPRESENT.


Ight, %#@! got real; we're free to be all that we wished to be- [with the sandwiches] without them life has no purpose, but is more meaningful than than the cycle which I faced before.

Sandwiches, you're more than I can take, You're no-longer mine to keep as I've released you from my grasp, my mouth- my !@#*.


FREEDOM. FREEDOM. FREEDOM.


GAH' HAM' WILLIAM.

No more pain, pain, pain . . . 'EM . . . !#@* TH SANDWICHES, THEY'RE YOURS TO HAVE; I'D RATHER BE CHEMICALLY CASTRATED.


So now I lay, panting, shaking from the finite that is my mind; you're the only thing that has freed me, from the sandwiches.


Now, you're the holder of the sandwiches, you can feel their crumbs on my face . . . lick them, taste them and ultimately . . . I UNDERSTAND.

Now you know the truth you shall be ended, by me, the old holder of the sandwiches, the free, the void of mind-... The old sandwich guy.