Give Form To The Passing World. Freeways

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

I Think That Phrase Is The Most Horrible Phrase In The English Language - 'i Don't Know.' It's Terribly Embarrassing.

Man, I'm Sick Of Doubt.

Are You A Lucky Little Lady In The City Of Light? Or Just Another Lost Angel... City Of Night?

I Believe In A Long, Prolonged, Derangement Of The Senses In Order To Obtain The Unknown.