Life had become a reproduction: it was not the real thing.

People take pictures of the Summer, just in case someone thought they had missed it, and to proved that it really existed.

Self destroyer, wreck your health, destroy friends, destroy yourself. The time device of self destruction, lies, confusion, start eruption.

Put all the pervs in jail, bring back the birch and cat-o-nine tails.

My girlfriend's packed her bags and moved out to another town, she couldn't stand the boredom when the video broke down.

Life had become a reproduction: it was not the real thing.

Those three chords were part of my life - G, F, Bb - yeh, it is, it is, and I can't help noticing it. But there have been other things nearly as close to it which people haven't noticed, other things we have done.