Some Things You Didn't Give Away, No

I Am; I Was. I Want To Be.

Some Things You Didn't Give Away, No Matter How Much You Owed.

The Language Of Sin Was Universal, The Original Esperanto.

All The World Is Made Of Music. We Are All Strings On A Lyre. We Resonate. We Sing Together.

That Was One Thing You Found Out When You Were Stoned, Or Wasted, Or Feverish: That The World Was Always Turning And That Only A Healthy Mind Could Block Out The Sickening Whirl Of It.