One By One I Drowned All The

Everything That Happens Is Supposed To Be And It's All Pre-determined, Can't Change Your Destiny Guess I'll Just Keep Moving, Someday Maybe I'll Get To Where I'm Going

Let The Poets Cry Themselves To Sleep, And All Their Tearful Words Will Turn Back Into Steam.

We Must Memorize Nine Numbers And Deny We Have A Soul.

I Find That Moving Keeps Me Optimistic, The Idea Of What's Going To Be Down The Road A Bit Or Around The Next Bend.

A Kid That Picks Up A Record, He Doesn't Need To Know Anything Other Than The Music And Have It In His Or Her Headphones. They're Getting Ideas Directly, It's Like Someone Whispering In Their Ear. That's Such A Personal Way To Receive Information.