I Cry For Those Not Yet Dead.

The Clear And Safe Path Leads Evermore Into Stagnation

The Act Of Saying That Things Exist That Cannot Be Described In Words Shakes A Universe Where Words Are The Supreme Belief.

When Religion And Politics Travel In The Same Cart, The Riders Believe Nothing Can Stand In Their Way. Their Movements Become Headlong - Faster And Faster And Faster. They Put Aside All Thoughts Of Obstacles And Forget The Precipice Does Not Show Itself To The Man In A Blind Rush Until It's To Late.

I Don’t Think It’s Quite That Simple. Some People Never Observe Anything, Life Just Happens To Them. They Get By On Little More Than A Kind Of Dumb Persistence, And They Resist With Anger And Resentment Anything That Might Lift Them Out Of That False Serenity.

There's Hope Left In These Dusty Chords. There's A Song Left In Our Rusty Hearts. We Are Torn And Frayed But Love Remains.