We're Reaching For Death On The End

Sex Is Full Of Lies. The Body Tries To Tell The Truth. But, It's Usually Too Battered With Rules To Be Heard, And Bound With Pretenses So It Can Hardly Move. We Cripple Ourselves With Lies.

Indians Scattered On Dawn's Highway Bleeding/ghosts Crowd The Young Child's Fragile Eggshell Mind.

People Fear Death Even More Than Pain. It's Strange That They Fear Death. Life Hurts A Lot More Than Death. At The Point Of Death, The Pain Is Over. Yeah, I Guess It Is A Friend.

I Like To Let Each Thing Happen - Direct It A Little Consciously, Maybe - But Just Kind Of Follow The Vibrations I Get In Each Particular Circumstance. We Don't Plan Theatrics. We Hardly Ever Know Which Set We'll Play.

I See Myself As A Huge Fiery Comet, A Shooting Star. Everyone Stops, Points Up And Gasps "oh Look At That!" Then - Whoosh, And I'm Gone... And They'll Never See Anything Like It Ever Again... And They Won't Be Able To Forget Me - Ever.