In The End, I Worry That My

Everyone Is Either Happy Or Dead.

That's Kind Of What Trust Is, Isn't It? A Willful Self-delusion.

Somebody Has To Start. Somebody Has To Step Forward And Do What Is Right, Because It Is Right.

Control Yourself. Become Someone Who Can Handle This.

You're Wonderful. So Full Of Life And Excitement. The Priests And Servants Of The Palace, They Wear Colors, But There's No Color Inside Of Them. They Just Go About Their Duties, Eyes Down, Solemn. You've Got Color On The Inside, So Much Of It That It Bursts Out And Colors Everything Around You.