You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

Yesterday is just a memory.

Music can save people, but it can't in the commercial way it's being used. It's just too much. It's pollution.

I don't need your organization, I've moved your mountains and I've marked you cards, but Eden is burning. You better get ready for elimination or else your hearts must have the courage of the changing of the guard.

Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there's a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There's something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in in their hands. A lazy rhythm looms in the dreamy air and the atmosphere pulsates with bygone duels, past-life romance, comrades requesting comrades to aid them in some way. You can't see it, but you know it's there

It goes back to the destiny thing.I made a bargain with it, you know, a long time ago. And I'm holding up my end.

If there's an original thought out there, I could use one right now.