no, everything is not alright and you just can´t always force a smile, the compromises and demands, the teeth and excrements, all these wars of position - they scratch and claw at you, break you down piece by piece, at a new low - "what have i become, whose face is this, my features begin to blur, my reflection i don´t recognize anymore, oh my contradictions, my many contradictions, i´m dying little deaths and living petty lies", to walk through fire well is what matters most now, heartless, in a heartless world try not to lose yourself.