Don't Mourn, Organise

Music [is] The Third Rail Of Life. You Grabbed It To Shock Yourself Out Of The Dull Drag Of Hours. To Feel Something. To Burn With All The Emotions You Didn't Get To Experience In The Ordinary Run Of School, Tv, And Loading The Dishwasher After Dinner.

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

Terror Is The Desire To Save Your Own Ass, But Horror Is Rooted In Sympathy.

You Think You Know Someone. But Mostly You Just Know What You Want To Know.

Workers Of The World Awaken. Break Your Chains, Demand Your Rights. All The Wealth You Make Is Taken, By Exploiting Parasites. Shall You Kneel In Deep Submission From Your Cradle To Your Grave? Is The Height Of Your Ambition To Be A Good And Willing Slave?