It's Sundown On The Union And What's

Peace Is The Time It Takes To Reload Your Rifle.

The World Of Research Has Gone Berserk. Too Much Paper Work.

Warlords Of Sorrow And Queens Of Tomorrow Will Offer Their Heads For A Prayer. You Can't Find No Salvation, You Have No Expectations Anytime, Anyplace, Anywhere.

We Sit Here Stranded, Though We're All Doin' Our Best To Deny It

I Can't See My Reflection In The Waters, I Can't Speak The Sounds That Show No Pain. I Can't Hear The Echo Of My Footsteps, Or Can't Remember The Sound Of My Own Name.