The Spectator Is A Dying Animal.

Morning Found Us Unaware, Noon Burn Gold Into Our Hair, At Night We Swim The Laughin Sea, Where Will We Be?

Death Makes Angels Of Us All.

I Like Any Reaction I Can Get With My Music. Just Anything To Get People To Think.

I Am Interested In Anything About Revolt, Disorder, Chaos, Especially Activity That Seems To Have No Meaning.

No Eternal Reward Will Forgive Us Now For Wasting The Dawn.