Some Things Are Too Terrible To Be

Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

The Hollow Horn Plays Wasted Words, Proves To Warn That He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy Dying.

And I’ll Tell It And Think It And Speak It And Breathe It And Reflect It From The Mountain So All Souls Can See It Then I’ll Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinkin’ But I’ll Know My Song Well Before I Start Singin

The Truth Is Far From You, So You Know You Got To Lie. Then You're All The Time Defending What You Can Never Justify.

You Had No Faith To Lose And You Know It.