No One Gets Out Of Here Alive.

Are You A Lucky Little Lady In The City Of Light? Or Just Another Lost Angel... City Of Night?

Lying On Stained, Wretched Sheets With A Bleeding Virgin We Could Plan A Murder Or Start A Religion.

The Best Songs Just Come Unasked For. You Don't Have To Think About Them. Summer Is A Good Time For Songs.

Cinema, Heir Of Alchemy, Last Of An Erotic Science.

I Like People Who Shake Other People Up And Make Them Feel Uncomfortable.