Music Is Like A Drug, But There

Now I Know How Joan Of Arc Felt, As The Flames Rose To Her Roman Nose And Her Walkman Started To Melt...

You Can't Help But Feel That The Chinese People Are A Subspecies.

I Don't Want To Go On Much Longer, Really. I Think That Would Suggest A Lack Of Imagination. A Certain Lack Of Dignity Also.

I'm Tired Again, I've Tried Again, And Now My Heart Is Full. And I Just Can't Explain...so I Won't Even Try To.

A Heartless Hand On My Shoulder A Push And It's Over Alabaster Crashes Down Six Months Is A Long Time Tried Living In The Real World Instead Of A Shell But Before I Began I Was Bored Before I Even Began