An Era Can Be Said To End

Pop, I'm Nothing! I'm Nothing, Pop. Can't You Understand That? There's No Spite In It Any More. I'm Just What I Am, That's All.

Until An Hour Before The Devil Fell, God Thought Him Beautiful In Heaven.

He's Liked, But He's Not Well Liked.

After All The Highways, And The Trains, And The Appointments, And The Years, You End Up Worth More Dead Than Alive.

Betrayal Is The Only Truth That Sticks.