Gold will never free your father, the price, my dear, is you instead.

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes.

I do know what my songs are about.

For them that must obey authority/That they do not respect in any degree/Who despise their jobs, their destinies/Speak jealously of them that are free

let me forget about today until tomorrow

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.

I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.