I Turned My Back On The Devil,

A Heavy Burden Lifted From My Soul, I Heard That Love Was Out Of My Control.

I Don't Think You Can Write Novels On The Road. You Need A Certain Stability.

Your Servant Here, He Has Been Told To Say It Clear, To Say It Cold: It's Over, It Ain't Going Any Further And Now The Wheels Of Heaven Stop You Feel The Devil's Riding Crop Get Ready For The Future: It Is Murder

Stunned And Still Not Suffering. Swollen With Care And Anxiety And Still Not Suffering. Useless, Old And Full Of Grief, But Still Not Suffering.

Take One Step To The Side And It's All Absurd.