Even Castles Made Of Sand, Fall Into

I Wanted To Be Listened To. I Don't Know If They Were Or Not, Though.

I Found Myself In Too Much Of A Box Situation.

The Time I Burned My Guitar It Was Like A Sacrifice. You Sacrifice The Things You Love. I Love My Guitar.

If There's A New Idea, A New Invention, Or A New Gas, Or A New Whatever You Know, It Should Be Brought At Least Into The Open Instead Of Carrying These Same Old Burdens Around With You.

The World Is Nothing But A Big Gimmick.