You Cried For Night - It Falls.

We All Are Born Mad. Some Remain So.

The Reality Of The Individualis An Incoherent Reality And Must Be Expressed Incoherently.

But I Was Not Made For The Great Light That Devours, A Dim Lamp Was All I Had Been Given, And Patience Without End, To Shine It On The Empty Shadows.

Where Am I, I Don't Know, I'll Never Know, In The Silence, In The Silence You Don't Know, You Must Go On, I Can't Go On, I'll Go On.

They Never Lynch Children, Babies, No Matter What They Do They Are Whitewashed In Advance.