We want the world and we want it...
Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.
Death Makes Angels of us all.
All games contain the idea of death.
I think, in these days, especially in the States, you have to be a politician or an assassin or something, to really be a superstar.