I'm in love with my second cousin.

My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect.

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?

The truth was obscure, Too profound and too pure, To live it you had to explode

I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose.

I realize I don't do a very good job in keeping up to date, but I try to.

They can't hurt me. Sure, they can crush you and kill you. They can lay you out on 42nd and Broadway and put hoses on you and flush you in the sewers and put you on the subway and carry you out to Coney island and bury you on the Ferris wheel. But I refuse to sit here and worry about dying.