He's Hell Bent For Destruction, He's Afraid

Everyone Of Them Words Rang True And Glowed Like Burning Coal, Pouring Off Every Page Like It Was Written In My Soul From Me To You.

Gotta Head Full Of Ideas That Are Driving Me Insane.

Sing Your Praise Of Progress And The Doom Machine, The Naked Truth Is Still Taboo Whenever It Can Be Seen.

Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

Don't Follow Leaders, Watch Your Parkin' Meters.