Shedding Off One More Layer Of Skin,

As I Stepped To The Stage To Pick Up My Degree, And The Locusts Sang Off In The Distance.

I Don't Really Have A Retirement Plan.

He's Hell Bent For Destruction, He's Afraid And Confused, And His Brain Has Been Mismanaged With Great Skill.

The National Bank At Profit Sells Road Maps For The Soul.

For The Loser Now Will Be Later To Win