Nobody Would Stay Interested In Me If

There Are No Laws, There Are No Rules, Just Grab Your Friend And Love Him.

Where Are The Feasts We Were Promised? Where Is The Wine, The New Wine, Dying On The Vine.

Love Cannot Save You From Your Own Fate.

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.

I Believe In A Long, Prolonged, Derangement Of The Senses In Order To Obtain The Unknown.