I Believe In A Long, Prolonged, Derangement

I'll Never Wake Up In A Good Mood Again. I'm Tired Of These Stinky Boots

Out Here On The Perimeter There Are No Stars. Out Here We Is Stoned. Immaculate.

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.

We Are Content In The 'given' In Sensation's Quest. We Have Been Metamorphosised From A Mad Body Dancing On Hillsides To A Pair Of Eyes Staring In The Dark.

No One Gets Out Of Here Alive.