Now Is The Only Thing That Exists.

He Earned His Love Through Discipline, A Thundering Velvet Hand, His Gentle Means Of Sculpting Souls Took Me Years To Understand.

There's Laws That We Must Live By, And They're Not The Laws Of Man.

I Hate The Road So Much. I Almost Go Into A Cocoon With My Own People Out There.

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

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