To Determine If You're Human. Be Silent.

Thinking You Know Something Is A Sure Way To Blind Yourself.

There Is No Escape - We Pay For The Violence Of Our Ancestors.

What Is The Son But An Extension Of The Father?

When Religion And Politics Travel In The Same Cart, The Riders Believe Nothing Can Stand In Their Way. Their Movements Become Headlong - Faster And Faster And Faster. They Put Aside All Thoughts Of Obstacles And Forget The Precipice Does Not Show Itself To The Man In A Blind Rush Until It's To Late.

There's Hope Left In These Dusty Chords. There's A Song Left In Our Rusty Hearts. We Are Torn And Frayed But Love Remains.