When Blackness Was A Virtue And The

There's A Whole Lot Of People In Trouble Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Whole Lot Of People Seeing Double Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Give Ya Delusions Of Grandeur And A Evil Eye Give You The Idea That You're Too Good To Die Then They Bury You From Your Head To Your Feet From The Disease Of Conceit

My Love Is Like Some Raven At My Window With A Broken Wing.

Reality Has Always Had Too Many Heads.

I Was Just Too Stubborn To Ever Be Governed By Enforced Insanity.

Yesterday's Just A Memory, Tomorrow Is Never What It's Supposed To Be.