I May Forget My Dignity, But You

The Limitations Of Pleasure Cannot Be Overcome By More Pleasure.

The Lyric Deals With Love And Sorrow, The Aphorism With Contradiction And Deceit.

Innocence: I Am Only Stepping On Your Face Because It Lies In My Path.

My Mentors Grow Old And Foolish. I Am Afraid.

Fastidious Taste Makes Enjoyment A Struggle.