Even If You Don't Have All The

One Should Never Be Where One Does Not Belong.

Someone Showed Me A Picture And I Just Laughed, Dignity Never Been Photographed.

He Did Ten Years In Attica, Reading Nietzsche And Wilhelm Reich.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rollin' High And Mighty Traps Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps "we'll Meet On Edges, Soon," Said I Proud 'neath Heated Brow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now. Half-wracked Prejudice Leaped Forth "rip Down All Hate," I Screamed Lies That Life Is Black And White Spoke From My Skull. I Dreamed Romantic Facts Of Musketeers Foundationed Deep, Somehow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now.

I Don't Think There's Enough Guns.