Nothing In My Life Has Ever Made

And If I End Up With Blood On My Hands, Well I Know, That You'll Understand, 'cause I Fight Like A Girl.

If You Want To Be Safe, Walk In The Middle Of The Street.

Perfume Was First Created To Mask The Stench Of Foul And Offensive Odors... Spices And Bold Flavorings Were Created To Mask The Taste Of Putrid And Rotting Meat... What Then Was Music Created For? Was It To Drown Out The Voices Of Others, Or The Voices Within Ourselves? I Think I Know.

And Falling's Just Another Way To Fly.

Why Can I Never Go Back To Bed? Who's Is The Voice Ringing In My Head? Where Is The Sense In These Desperate Dreams? Why Should I Wake When I'm Half Past Dead?