all i asked:explained.

So I asked you how much of this stuff exactly we had to waste. And you came on the screen and said, confirmed our fears. I cried no excuses but failure. It pained me, but what was I but to escape. Across dragons that zig-zagged the sky. That night. In terror collided the future. Distorted forms. And all music. So I'll ask again, are you slowly reality, dragging past me?! And how much of this stuff do we have to waste. What?! All of time's arsenic couldn't put up such a chase. Please Explain. Into the dead underground.