Lay Me On An Anvil, O God.

Sometime They'll Give A War And Nobody Will Come.

You Remember Some Bedrooms You Have Slept In. There Are Bedrooms You Like To Remember And Others You Would Like To Forget.

Nothing Happens Unless First We Dream.

The Dead Hold In Their Hands Only What They Have Given Away.

A Liar Is A Liar And Lives On The Lies He Tells And Dies In A Life Of Lies.