Dear Pope, Send Me Some Hope Or

When You Think The Night Has Seen Your Mind, That Inside Your Twisted And Unkind, Let Me Stand To Show That You Are Blind. Please Put Down You Hands Cause I See You. I'll Be You Mirror.

You Can't Beat Two Guitars, Bass, And Drums.

All The People Have Gone To War Leaving No Interrogator To Mind.

There's A Bit Of Magic In Everything, And Some Loss To Even Things Out.

Research, Research, Research. It Means Everything.