People Have Different Emotional Levels. Especially When

Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

Bullets Can Harm You And Death Can Disarm You, But No, You Will Not Be Deceived. Stripped Of All Virtue As You Crawl Through The Dirt, You Can Give But You Cannot Receive.

It's Like My Whole Life Never Happened, When I See You, It's As If I Never Had A Thought. I Know This Dream, It Might Be Crazy, But It's The Only One I've Got.

I'm Ready To Go Anywhere, I'm Ready For To Fade, Into My Own Parade, Cast Your Dancing Spell My Way.

Draft Beer, Not People.