Why write a song when no one can play the notes or understand the lyrics?
Love: the sickest of Ironyโs sick jokes. The place where logic and order go to die.
They were told what they wanted and they believed it. They can only keep their dream alive by being with others like themselves who will mirror their illusions.
I think I'm what they call a never-was.
The pursuit of material gain is ultimately empty when measured against eternity.
Not unlike the toaster, I control darkness.