This is our moment, here at the cross-roads of time. Time is relentless and as the past dissappears, we're on the verge of all things new.

I won't be righteous again. I'm not sure anymore.

Some love is just a lie of the heart, the cold remains of what began with a passionate heart.

Some people stay away from the door for the chance of it opening up.

I don't want clever conversation, I never want to work that hard, I just want someone I can talk to, I want you just the way you are.

In hell there's a big hotel where the bar just closed and the windows never opened. No phone so you can't call home, and the TV works, but the clicker is broken.

Forced to recognize our inhumanity, our reason coexists with our insanity. And though we choose between reality and madness, it's either sadness or euphoria.