Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?

Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun. No sense in sitting there hating everyone.

Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.

In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.

He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall, and the all time winner has got him by the fun.

I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.

My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.