Long Live Freedom And Damn The Ideologies.

I've Changed My Ways A Little, I Cannot Now Run With You In The Evenings Along The Shore, Except In A Kind Of Dream, And You, If You Dream A Moment, You See Me There.

Oh Heavy Change. The World Deteriorates Like A Rotting Apple, Worms And A Skin.

The Tides Are In Our Veins.

Imagination, The Traitor Of The Mind, Has Taken My Solitude And Slain It.

We Might Remember ... Not To Fear Death; It Is The Only Way To Be Cleansed.