Here comes the new boss Same as the old boss.
Young and old will sit and judge unfeeling, while the empty churches' bells are pealing. And the green hills lay ignored, untended, lonely watchers remain unbefriended.
Parade your pallor in iniquity.
I want to get inside your bitter mind and see what I can find.
If I were to have my own brand of guitars, they would have to be industructable.
If I told you what it takes to reach the highest high you'd laugh and say nothing that simple, but you've been told many times before messiah's point you to the door though no one's got the guts to leave the temple.