If The Doctors Cure Then The Sun

To Be Without God Is To Be A Snake / Who Wants To Swallow An Elephant.

I Would Like To Think That No One Would Die Anymore If We All Believed In Daisies But The Worms Know Better, Don't They? They Slide Into The Ear Of A Corpse And Listen To His Great Sigh.

Now I Am Going Back And I Have Ripped My Hand From Your Hand As I Said I Would And I Have Made It This Far.

But My Future Is A Secret. / It Is As Shy As A Mole.

Be Careful Of Words, / ... They Can Be Both Daisies And Bruises.