The smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall.
Well, obviously religion must come from inside.
Don't waste your time thinkin' about bad things.
The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.
Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.
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.