Playing The Drums Hurts My Back.

The More I Know, The Less I Understand

We All Know That Crap Is King, Give Us Dirty Laundry.

What Are These Voices Outside Love's Open Door, Make Us Throw Off Our Contentment, And Beg For Something More?

We're Being Treated To The Wisdom Of Some Puffed Up, Little Fart. Doing Exactly What I Used To Do, Pretensions To Anarchy And Art.

Insect Politics, Indifferent Universe. Bang Your Head Against The Wall, But Apathy Is Worse.