This brave new world-it's gonna take some getting used to. The cretin's lips are curled as he swings a wrecking ball around the courtroom. And I'd say, just wait it out, but I'm afraid it's just a desert beyond the sand dune. It's unusual except now it happens all the time. Now the truth is immaterial: every teller's got an axe to grind. Get your pitchfork out. The crowd is coming and they've named you. You open up your mouth to find your language has escaped you. And it's too bad. You're gonna need it now. There's no system left to save you. It's unusual, I know. I must be losing my mind. It's cruel and unusual. Can't tell the punishment
apart from the crime.