Do you know we are ruled by T.V.?
The spectator is a dying animal.
We have assembled inside this ancient / and insane theatre / To propagate our lust for life / and flee the swarming wisdom / of the streets
I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots
the time to hesitate is through no time to wallowin the mire Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre
What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down