Every Man's Conscience Is Vile And Depraved

If You're Not Busy Being Born, You're Busy Dying.

Too Much Of Nothing, It Just Makes A Fellow Mean.

It's Hard To Speculate What Tomorrow May Bring.

I Can't See My Reflection In The Waters, I Can't Speak The Sounds That Show No Pain. I Can't Hear The Echo Of My Footsteps, Or Can't Remember The Sound Of My Own Name.

The Enemy Is Subtle, How Be It We Are So Deceived, When Truth's In Our Hearts And We Still Don't Believe.