Well I'm Living In A Foreign Country

You Don't Write A Song To Sit There On A Page. You Write It To Sing It.

Everybody's The First Somebody, Y'know.

Bullets Can Harm You And Death Can Disarm You, But No, You Will Not Be Deceived. Stripped Of All Virtue As You Crawl Through The Dirt, You Can Give But You Cannot Receive.

Yesterday Is Just A Memory.

Beauty Walks A Razors Edge, Someday I'll Make It Mine.