There'll be no smoking in the gas chamber.
The one that rambles for a million miles, yes, I walk down this road searching for your love.
I want to play music that draws a picture of the world and its space.
Once you're dead, you're made for life.
We want our sound to go into the soul of the audience, and see if it can awaken some little thing in their minds... 'Cause there are so many sleeping people.
My nature just changes.