It’s The Order Of Things: Each One

People Were Interesting At First. Then Later, Slowly But Surely, All The Flaws And Madness Would Manifest Themselves. I Would Become Less And Less To Them; They Would Mean Less And Less To Me.

It Was Like The Beginning Of Life And Laughter. It Was The Real Meaning Of The Sun

The Tigers Have Found Me And I Do Not Care.

I Tell You Such Fine Music Waits In The Shadows Of Hell.

You Begin Saving The World By Saving One Man At A Time; All Else Is Grandiose Romanticism Or Politics.