Slow down, everyone. You're moving too fast.
You and your heart shouldn't feel so far apart
We've all got the blood on our hands, we only receive what we demand.
I eat cold eels and think distant thoughts.
His dreams are like commercials.
Sure, the killer was my son, but I didn't teach him to pull the trigger of the gun. It's the killer on this TV screen, you can't blame me, it's the images he sees.