Words Pale And Lose Their Savor While

I Think If You Were Satan And You Were Settin Around Tryin To Think Up Somethin That Would Just Bring The Human Race To Its Knees What You Would Probably Come Up With Is Narcotics.

On This Road There Are No Godspoke Men. They Are Gone And I Am Left And They Have Taken With Them The World.

I Tried To Put Things In Perspective But Sometimes You're Just Too Close To It.

When The Lambs Is Lost In The Mountain, He Said. They Is Cry. Sometime Come The Mother. Sometime The Wolf.

I Don't Know Why I Started Writing. I Don't Know Why Anybody Does It. Maybe They're Bored, Or Failures At Something Else.