I Closed My Mouth And Spoke To

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

A Mountain Keeps An Echo Deep Inside Itself. That's How I Hold Your Voice.

Any One In Love Will Have No Religion.

If Your Thought Is A Rose, You Are A Rose Garden; And If It Is A Thistle, You Are Fuel For The Fire.

I've Brought You A Mirror. Look At Yourself And Remember Me.