Love Is The Only Engine Of Survival

We Used To Play Music For Fun. Much More Than Now. Now Nobody Picks Up A Guitar Unless They're Paid For It.

I’ll Be Marching Through The Morning, Marching Through The Night, Moving 'cross The Borders Of My Secret Life.

And Clenching Your Fist For The Ones Like Us Who Are Oppressed By The Figures Of Beauty.

And What Can I Tell You, My Brother, My Killer, What Can I Possibly Say? I Guess That I Miss You, I Guess I Forgive You, I'm Glad You Stood In My Way

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