He's hell bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.
It's hard to speculate what tomorrow may bring.
I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose.
I lost my one true love. I started drinking.
Art is the perpetual motion of illusion. The highest purpose of art is to inspire. What else can you do? What else can you do for any one but inspire them?
In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.