Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

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.

To tell the truth, I'd scare me too.

The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.

My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.