Each Day Is A Drive Through History.

Do You Know How Pale & Wanton Thrillful Comes Death On A Strange Hour Unannounced, Unplanned For Like A Scaring Over-friendly Guest You've Brought To Bed Death Makes Angels Of Us All & Gives Us Wings Where We Had Shoulders Smooth As Raven's Claws

The Gate Is Straight, Deep And Wide, Break On Through To The Other Side...

All Our Lives We Sweat And Save, Building For A Shallow Grave.

The Night Is Young & Full Of Rest I Can’t Describe The Way She’s Dress’d She’ll Pander To Some Strange Requests Anything That You Suggest Anything To Please Her Guest.

You Know The Day Destroys The Night, Night Divides The Day, Tried To Run, Tried To Hide, Break On Through To The Other Side...