Anybody can do anything, it's up to themselves. All it takes is the right intentions.

We take our last look at the killing noise.

Anger he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armor. Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him, her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground.

Oh say, can you see, it's really such a mess. Every inch of earth is a fighting nest. Giant pencial and lipstick tube shaped things, continue to rain and cause scream and pain, and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red.

When we go to play, you flip around and flash around and everything, and then they're not gonna see nothin' but what their eyes see. Forget about their ears.

It's up to the people. If they really want to keep it going, they'll keep it going... they'll appreciate the music.

When I die, I want people to play my music, go wild and freak out and do anything they want to do.