With No Reason To Hide These Words

I Can Smell Burning Flesh... And I Hope To God It's Human.

Young Bones Groan And The Rocks Below Say, "throw Your White Body Down!" But I'm Going To Meet The One I Love At Last

You Have To, At Least From A Distance, Look As If You Know What You're Doing, And I Can Manage That.

I Was Happy In The Haze Of A Drunken Hour, But Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now.

Music Is Like A Drug, But There Are No Rehabilitation Centres.