There's Danger In This Open World Where

You Have To Work Out Where Your Place Is. And Who You Are. But We're All Spirit. That's All We Are, We're Just Walking Dressed Up In A Suit Of Skin, And We're Going To Leave That Behind.

Every Pleasure's Got An Edge Of Pain, Pay Your Ticket And Don't Complain

Bent Out Of Shape From Society's Pliers, Cares Not To Come Up Any Higher, But Rather Get You Down In The Hole That He's In.

Every Cause That Ever I Fought, I Fought It Full Without Regret Or Shame.

When I Think Of Mystery, I Don't Think About Myself. I Think Of The Universe, Like Why Does The Moon Rise When The Sun Falls? Caterpillars Turn Into Butterflies? I Really Haven't Remained A Recluse.