An Artist Is Always In The State

Each One Of Them Suffering From The Failures Of Their Day, With Strings Of Guilt They Tried Hard To Guide Us.

All These People That I Used To Know, They're An Illusion To Me Now. Some Are Mathematicians, Some Are Carpenters' Wives.

I Don't Need Your Organization, I've Moved Your Mountains And I've Marked You Cards, But Eden Is Burning. You Better Get Ready For Elimination Or Else Your Hearts Must Have The Courage Of The Changing Of The Guard.

You Been Down To The Bottom With A Bad Man, Babe But You're Back Were You Belong

I'll Remember You. When I've Forgotten All The Rest.you To Me Were True. You To Me Were The Best.