Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps, pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps.

and if anybody asks me is it easy to forget I'll say it is easily done, you just pick anyone, and pretend that you never have met

If not for you, winter wouldn't hold no spring, couldn't hear a robin sing. I just wouldn't have a clue, if not for you.

Well the book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy, the law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

The only sound that's left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.

You'll never be greater than yourself.