Come senators, congressmen, Please heed the call, Don't stand in the doorway, Don't block up the hall, For he that gets hurt, Will be he who has stalled, The battle outside ragin', Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, For the times they are a-changin'...

Some formulas are too complex and I don't want anything to do with them.

They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives, put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs, or their wives.

In ceremonies of the horsemen, even the pawn must hold a grudge.

Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street.

Anger and jealousy's all that he sells us, he's content when you're under his thumb. Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws him, to survive it you play deaf and dumb.

I don't need your organization, I've moved your mountains and I've marked you cards, but Eden is burning. You better get ready for elimination or else your hearts must have the courage of the changing of the guard.