In The Fury Of The Moment/ I

Your Mind Is A Your Temple, Keep It Beautiful And Free. Don't Let An Egg Get Laid In It By Something You Can't See.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rolling High And Mighty Traps, Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps.

And If Anybody Asks Me Is It Easy To Forget I'll Say It Is Easily Done, You Just Pick Anyone, And Pretend That You Never Have Met

Because Dickens And Dostoyevsky And Woody Guthrie Were Telling Their Stories Much Better Than I Ever Could, I Decided To Stick To My Own Mind.

I Believe In You, Even Though I Be Outnumbered.