we are oh well. we're what you say when all is lost, when the end is near. we're the shrug of the shoulders. we're the last sigh before the skies fall down. we are ghosts. we have no hope, no drive, no motivation, just harmony and dissonance and the thin rift between the two. we exist in that border region, we thrive on the sweet and the sour. we want to destroy something beautiful, just so we can sit back and say, "oh well."