false_dawn raze after you've lived long enough to know who you are and what you want your leaving song to be, one question remains: when they film your fall from sleep's stiff embrace, will you flood your face with fear to mimic mornings spent trying to beat back death with little more than the sound of your voice, or will you conjure calm from some moth-eaten pocket of a past life and call the mercy killing a mimic's honest work? 260124 what's it to you? who go blather from