I Find A Lot Of Poetry To

We Call For The Three Great Stimulants Of The Exhausted Ones, Artifice, Brutality, And Innocence.

When I Began Experimenting, People Weren't Ready For It. Once It's In Its Second And Third Generational Stages, People Can Accept It.

Something's Lost, But Something's Gained, In Living Everyday.

Won't You Stay We'll Put On The Day And We'll Talk In Present Tenses

In Search Of Love And Music My Whole Life Has Been Illumination Corruption And Diving, Diving, Diving, Diving, Diving Down To Pick Up Every Shiny Thing