The Future Is Uncertain But The End

I Offer Images-i Conjure Memories Of Freedom That Can Still Be Reached-like The Doors, Right? But We Can Only Open The Doors-we Can't Drag People Through.

It May Have Been In Pieces, But I Gave You The Best Of Me.

Twentieth-century Culture's Disease Is The Inability To Feel Their Reality. People Cluster To Tv, Soap Operas, Movies, Theater, Pop Idols And They Have Wild Emotion Over Symbols. But In The Reality Of Their Own Lives, They're Emotionally Dead.

I Want To Have My Kicks Before The Whole Shithouse Goes Up In Flames.

Death Makes Angels Of Us All And Gives Us Wings Where We Had Shoulders Smooth As Ravens Claws.