The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.

Democracy don't rule the world, You'd better get that in your head; This world is ruled by violence, But I guess that's better left unsaid.

Everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.

Inside the museum infinity goes up on trial. Voices echo, 'This is what salvation must be like after a while.' But Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.

Nothing is better, nothing is best, take heed of this and get plenty of rest.

The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.

If my thought-dreams could be seen/ They'd probably put my head in a guillotine.