Sorrow Is Easier Than Guilt.

Even Without Wars, Life Is Dangerous.

Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm Borrowed. Now I'm Numb.

Despite My Asbestos Gloves, The Cough Is Filling Me With Black, And A Red Powder Seeps Through My Veins.

O Fallen Angel, The Companion Within Me, Whisper Something Holy Before You Pinch Me Into The Grave.

Death, I Need My Little Addiction To You. I Need That Tiny Voice Who, Even As I Rise From The Sea, All Woman, All There, Says Kill Me, Kill Me.