Somewhere in our vast, sensless minds, lingers the ability to deny ourselves. To completely ignore the obvious for the supposed sake of our own well being. Is what we're really doing an unconcious thought, to say, that for some reason, be it guilt or shame, that we repress ourselves? Only upon our own self collapse, and utter destruction, when there is nowhere to go, that our self realizes its actions. But even so, often we never look in retrospect and discover the fault at its source. Instead we attempt to solve this new found thing, that had been hidden by a bigger problem. Self ignorance is incredible. You can see it every face you look at, you'll find it when you dissect their lives. But yet, it's nearly impossible to discover your own. And even harder, if you do realize, to conciously correct it, and conciously keep merit on its progress.

-the damned