Angels, We Have Grown Apart.

Purple Does Something Strange To Me

You Were Destroyed By What You Befriended.

There's No Clarity. There Was Never Meant To Be Clarity.

Young Or Old, Good Or Bad, I Don't Think Anything Dies As Slow And As Hard As A Writer.

There Is Enough Treachery, Hatred Violence Absurdity In The Average Human Being To Supply Any Given Army On Any Given Day And The Best At Murder Are Those Who Preach Against It And The Best At Hate Are Those Who Preach Love And The Best At War Finally Are Those Who Preach Peace