Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

Everything passes, Everything changes, Just do what you think you should do.

Since my feet are now fast and point away from the past, I'll bid farewell and be down the line.

Maybe someday you will understand, that something for nothing is everybody's plan.

There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, so let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

You've got to lose your passion for dumbness.

God is in heaven, and we all want what's his. But power and greed and corruptible seed seem to be all that there is.