Water of life is gonna flow again/changed from the blood of heroes and knaves/Word mercy's gonna have a new meaning/ when we are judged by the children of our slaves.

Abu Ghraib, as bad as it was, can't be compared to what Saddam was doing to people.

Most of the time, our deeper, stronger feelings are things we all have in common.

But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight / Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight.

All these years of thinking, ending up like this: In front of all this beauty, understanding nothing.

We all grow up with anger. It's part of the human condition. But what do you do with that? It seems obvious to me that you've got to use it for something, but you have to separate it from your ego.

Love the Lord and in him love me too. And in him, go your own way and I'll be right here with you.