Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease

Walkin' Through The Leaves Fallin' From The Trees, Feelin' Like A Stranger Nobody Sees.

The Enemy Is Subtle, How Be It We Are So Deceived, When Truth's In Our Hearts And We Still Don't Believe.

The Cards Are No Good That Your Are Holding Unless You're From Another World.

He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy Dying.

I'll Let You Be In My Dreams If I Can Be In Yours.