Where's Your Will To Be Weird?

How Can I Set Free Anyone Who Doesn't Have The Guts To Stand Up Alone And Declare His Own Freedom?

Keep Your Eyes On The Road, Your Hands Upon The Wheel.

I Pressed Her Thigh And Death Smiled

I See Myself As A Huge Fiery Comet, A Shooting Star. Everyone Stops, Points Up And Gasps "oh Look At That!" Then - Whoosh, And I'm Gone... And They'll Never See Anything Like It Ever Again... And They Won't Be Able To Forget Me - Ever.

We're Reaching For Death On The End Of A Candle We're Trying For Something That's Already Found Us