Revolver2005

Jake Green:
Why are they dragging this on? They could just clean me out in one hit. They want me to suffer. These twisted bastards are making me pay. Pay for my own pain. Hands down, that's the most radical concept I have ever heard of......and a part of me dies everytime I think about it. I told myself if this is the last round, they'll have to tear me out, piece by piece, but this I can't take. They've found a weakness. Caught me fair and square, cross-haired, blind-folded, one foot in the grave and two hands on the coffin. I'm cooked, well done, stick a fork in me and see if I bleed. I'm stuck in a trance...somewhere between hell and a hard place...in a gear that doesn't exist, and all I want now...is a little peace.