I Want To Have My Kicks Before

Death Makes Angels Of Us All.

I Offer Images-i Conjure Memories Of Freedom That Can Still Be Reached-like The Doors, Right? But We Can Only Open The Doors-we Can't Drag People Through.

I Believe In A Long, Prolonged, Derangement Of The Senses In Order To Obtain The Unknown.

They Got The Guns But We Got The Numbers.

Is Everybody In?... Is Everybody In?... Is Everybody In? The Ceremony Is About To Begin...