I'm Drunk But Truthful.

In The End They Will Lay Their Freedom At Our Feet And Say To Us, Make Us Your Slaves, But Feed Us.

Can A Man Possessing Conciousness Ever Really Respect Himself?

It's The Moon That Makes It So Still, Weaving Some Mystery.

There Is Only One Thing That I Dread: Not To Be Worthy Of My Sufferings.

But What Can A Decent Man Speak Of With Most Pleasure? Answer: Of Himself. Well, So I Will Talk About Myself.