As Our Eyes Grow Accustomed To Sight

Your Body Will Never Be Familiar.

I Don't Remember Lighting This Cigarette And I Don't Remember If I'm Here Alone Or Waiting For Someone.

Your Servant Here, He Has Been Told To Say It Clear, To Say It Cold: It's Over, It Ain't Going Any Further And Now The Wheels Of Heaven Stop You Feel The Devil's Riding Crop Get Ready For The Future: It Is Murder

And Clenching Your Fist For The Ones Like Us Who Are Oppressed By The Figures Of Beauty.

If You Don't Become The Ocean, You'll Be Seasick Every Day.