Where Are The Feasts We Were Promised?

Indians Scattered On Dawn's Highway Bleeding/ghosts Crowd The Young Child's Fragile Eggshell Mind.

The Gate Is Straight, Deep And Wide, Break On Through To The Other Side...

Pain Is Meant To Wake Us Up. People Try To Hide Their Pain. But They're Wrong. Pain Is Something To Carry, Like A Radio. You Feel Your Strength In The Experience Of Pain.

The Time You Wait Subtracts The Joy The Heads The Angel You Destroy

It's Like Gambling Somehow. You Go Out For A Night Of Drinking And You Don't Know Where Your Going To End Up The Next Day. It Could Work Out Good Or It Could Be Disastrous. It's Like The Throw Of The Dice.