Evil Is Maybe Lying To God. Or

It Doesn't Matter Who My Father Was; It Matters Who I Remember He Was.

The Man Inside Of Woman Ties A Knot So That They Will Never Again Be Separate.

I'm The Crazy One Who Thinks That Words Reach People.

So I Won't Hang Around In My Hospital Shift, Repeating The Black Mass And All Of It. I Say Live, Live Because Of The Sun, The Dream, The Excitable Gift.

Please God, We're All Right Here. Please Leave Us Alone. Don't Send Death In His Fat Red Suit And His Ho-ho Baritone.