Now Is The Only Thing That Exists.

Waiting For Wisdom To Open The Cage, We Forged In The Fires Of The Innocent Age.

It Was Quite A Shot In The Head To Do The Album And Then Have It Shot Down By Nonmusical Idiots

The Outlet For My Sorrow, That I Do Feel Deeply, And The Pain, Is The Songs. That's Where It Goes.

I've Always Got About Four Albums In My Head.

Down The Ancient Corridors Through The Gates Of Time, Run The Ghosts Of Dreams That We Have Left Behind.