It's a colour that I can't describe

it can be broke then it can be fixed, if it can be fused then it can be split.

It's all under control.

If it can be lost then it can be won, if it can be touched then it can be turned

All you need is time

We promised the world we'd tame it, what were we hoping for?

A sense of purpose and a sense of skill, a sense of function but a disregard.

We will not be the first, we won't.

You said you were going to conquer new frontiers,

Go stick your bloody head in the jaws of the beast.