Who Knows What May Lie Around The

Her Sanity Was A Fragile Thing, A Butterfly Cupped In Her Hands, That She Carried With Her Everywhere, Afraid Of What Would Happen If She Let It Go-or Got Careless And Crushed It.

Don't Believe Everything You Hear Today

Maybe All The Schemes Of The Devil Were Nothing Compared To What Man Could Think Up.

Pick A Sin We Can Both Live With, Is What I Ask.

I Felt Like It Needed Some Color Down There, So I Painted The Walls With The Motherfucker.