Teach Them About Anger, The Sin That

I Shot A Vein In My Neck And Coughed Up A Quaalude.

Over What Guilty Spirit To Not Hear The Beating, To Not Hear The Beating, But Only Tears Of Perfect Moan, Only Tears Of Perfect Moan.

Things Always Seem To End Before They Start

I've Gone Out With My Shotgun. This Is Hunting Country Out There. You Better Run.

How Can Anybody Learn Anything From An Artwork When The Piece Of Art Only Reflects The Vanity Of The Artist And Not Reality?