I Have Been Cut In Two.

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are The Trouble With Me I Watch You Walk Right By

I Raise My Pelvis To God So That It May Know The Truth Of How Flowers Smash Through The Long Winter.

If The Doctors Cure Then The Sun Sees It. If The Doctors Kill Then The Earth Hides It. The Doctors Should Fear Arrogance More Than Cardiac Arrest.

The Town Is Silent. The Night Boils With Eleven Stars. Oh Starry Starry Night! This Is How I Want To Die.