In Sweet Music Is Such Art: Killing

Demand Me Nothing: What You Know, You Know.

Let's All Cry Peace, Freedom, And Liberty!

He Is Dead And Gone, Lady, He Is Dead And Gone; At His Head A Grass-green Turf, At His Heels A Stone.

I Stalk About Her Door, Like A Strange Soul Upon The Stygian Banks Staying For Waftage.

He Must Needs Go That The Devil Drives.