Everybody Knows The Dice Are Loaded.

Someone Gave Me Wishes And I Wished For An Embrace.

I Told The Truth, I Didn't Come To Fool You

The Last Refuge Of The Insomniac Is A Sense Of Superiority To The Sleeping World.

My Sense Of Proprietorship Has Been So Weak That Actually I Didn't Pay Attention And I Lost The Copyrights On A Lot Of The Songs.

Deprivation Is The Mother Of Poetry.