We're Only Immortal For A Limited Time.

Look In, Look The Storm In The Eye. Look Out, To The Sea And The Sky. Look Around, At The Sight And Sound. Look In, Look Out, Look Around.

But Glittering Prizes And Endless Compromises, Shatter The Illusion Of Integrity...

Throw Off Those Chains Of Reason And Your Prison Disappears.

A Quality Of Justice A Quantity Of Light A Particle Of Mercy Makes The Color Of Right

To Get Nostalgic About Other People's Music, Or Even About Your Own, Makes A Terrible Statement About The Condition Of Your Life And Your Prospects For The Future.