I can kind of envision one person with a lot of machines, tapes, and electronic set-ups...singi ng or speaking and using machines.

You know the day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Tried to run, Tried to hide, Break on through to the other side...

Give form to the passing World. Freeways are a drama.

Most people love you for who you pretend to be.

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.

People are terrified to be set free - they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their security... How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?

Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.