I Create By Feeling Rather Than By

Oh It Gets So Lonely When You're Walking And The Streets Are Full Of Strangers

I Live In A Box Of Paints I'm Frightened By The Devil And I'm Drawn To Those Ones That Ain't Afraid

We Call For The Three Great Stimulants Of The Exhausted Ones, Artifice, Brutality, And Innocence.

Sorrow Is So Easy To Express And Yet So Hard To Tell.

My Parents Told Me I'd Point To A Bed Of Flowers And Say 'pink. Pretty,' Before I Knew Any Other Words.