The Future Is Uncertain But The End

I Think The Highest And Lowest Points Are The Important Ones. Anything Else Is Just...in Between.

Indians Scattered On Dawn's Highway Bleeding/ghosts Crowd The Young Child's Fragile Eggshell Mind.

There's The Know. And There's The Unknown. And What Separates The Two Is The Door, And That's What I Wanta Be. Ahh Wanna Be Th' Dooooooooorrr...

I Wouldn't Mind Dying In A Plane Crash. It'd Be A Good Way To Go. I Don't Want To Die In My Sleep, Or Of Old Age, Or Od... I Want To Feel What It's Like. I Want To Taste It, Hear It, Smell It. Death Is Only Going To Happen To You Once; I Don't Want To Miss It

There May Be A Time When We'll Attend Weather Theaters To Recall The Sensation Of Rain.