People Have Different Emotional Levels. Especially When

Never Make It Perfect.

People Tell Me It's A Sin, To Know And Feel Too Much Within.

People's Lives Are Filled With Vice And The Trappings Of It. Ambition, Greed And Selfishness All Have To Do With Vice. Sooner Or Later, You Have To See Through It Or You Don't Survive.

Madonna, She Still Has Not Showed, We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode, Where Her Cape Of The Stage Once Had Flowed, The Fiddler He Now Steps To The Road, On The Back Of The Fish Truck That Loads, While My Conscience Explodes.

I Am Hanging In The Balance Of A Perfect Finished Plan, Like Every Sparrow Falling, Like Every Grain Of Sand.