They Tried To Get Me-i Got Them

The Crooning Turns To A Sunrise Singing.

Life Is A Loom, Weaving Illusion.

To Live In Mankind Is Far More Than To Live In A Name.

I Think On Death As The Apparent End Of The Illusions That Encompass Us. They All Have A Sudden And Unexpected End, That Challenges Any Faith We Have Pinned To Their Worth.

Except The Christ Be Born Again Tonight In Dreams Of All Men, Saints And Sons Of Shame, The World Will Never See His Kingdom Bright.