She'll Prophesy Your Death. She Won't Say

My Individual, Psychological Descent Coincided, Ironically, With My Ascent Into The Public Eye.

They Won't Give Peace A Chance, That's Just A Dream Some Of Us Had

The Considerations Of A Corporation, Especially Now, Have Nothing To Do With Art Or Music.

We'll Laugh And Toast To Nothing, And Smash Our Empty Glasses Down.

Love Is A Very Hard Feeling To Keep Alive. It's A Very Fragile Plant.