The Times Are A-changing And If We

The Battle Outside Raging Will Soon Shake Your Windows And Rattle Your Walls.

In Ceremonies Of The Horsemen, Even The Pawn Must Hold A Grudge.

When Blackness Was A Virtue And The Road Was Full Of Mud, I Came In From The Wilderness, A Creature Void Of Form.

I Make My Stand And Remain As I Am, And Bid Farewell And Not Give A Damn.

I Can't Stand To See Myself On Television.