Power Makes Gods. Virtue Makes Martyrs.

Innocence: I Am Only Stepping On Your Face Because It Lies In My Path.

My Secrets Are Petty But Humiliating.

The Facts, Even The Real Ones, Must Be Imagined Before They Can Be Stated.

Money: Power At Its Most Liquid.

The Lyric Deals With Love And Sorrow, The Aphorism With Contradiction And Deceit.