Our Necks Have Finally Grown, Our Fathers Are Ready to Consume Our Bloated Heads, Absorb Our Inflorescent Minds, Spit Our Thoughts Ιnto The Vicious Circle of Cause and Effect, Force Us to Replicate Ourselves Through Conformity, Plant the Seed and Wait Patienly Till The Necks of Our Sons Finally Grow, so We 'll be Ready To..