"Are you the one who hurled five hundred trucks at me in my wet dream, you little piece of shit?” Alice calmly said. Harmony and Dissonance. Two conflicting pitches. Two conflicting worlds. One brings contrast and one brings unison.  Alice would think, Music theory? What's that? I'm running for my damn life from the damn Cartel, and you think I have enough time to... aimlessly wander around?! Me too, man, me too. Btw, I'm the voice in your head so throw me to the back thanks ok bye (Cover was done by a friend. Many thanks to him for granting permission to use it!)