I can't see myself singing the same song twice in a row. That's terrible.
Whatever people see - TV in my mind forms people's opinions.
Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.
Some are masters of illusions, some are ministers of trade, all under the same delusion, all their beds unmade.
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?
I believe that instinct is what makes a genius a genius.