To Wish For The Crazy Times One

Give Me Your Hungry, Your Tired, Your Poor, That's What The Statue Of Bigotry Says. Your Poor Huddled Masses, Let's Just Club Them To Death, And Get It Over With.

The Most Important Thing Is Work.

Writhe And Sway To Music's Pain Searing With Asides, Caress Death With A Lover's Touch For It Shall Be Your Bride.

Senator, It Has Been Reported That You Have Had Illegal Congress With Your Mother.

When You Think The Night Has Seen Your Mind, That Inside Your Twisted And Unkind, Let Me Stand To Show That You Are Blind. Please Put Down You Hands Cause I See You. I'll Be You Mirror.