It Seems I Make A Lot Of

I Hid In Bars, Because I Didn't Want To Hide In Factories.

Stay With The Beer. Beer Is Continuous Blood. A Continuous Lover.

If I Never See You Again I Will Always Carry You Inside Outside On My Fingertips And At Brain Edges And In Centers Centers Of What I Am Of What Remains.

You Just Rebel Against Everything. How Are You Going To Survive? I Don't Know. I'm Already Tired.

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