Good and bad are a strong arm or two
Too bad the body has had it
Only God will damn it when we really need the damage
Degrees cause measurement and the pleasure went out the window
One should rush into things as quickly as possible
It saves on waiting for those really awkward pauses
If the tables are round in shape
Their occupants will still be squares
May your most pristine ideals torrentially be washed away
My mark has been made on nothing but unworthy brains and it’ killing me now
Day to night and then —DAY!
Sunspots are all I can feign
My mark has been made on nothing but unworthy brains and it’s killing me now
It is not too late
But by the time you hear this
It will be too late for you to turn your back on the path that you have followed to this point
If I still have your attention
Please notice the huge gap between mind and mouth
Smoke is pouring out of my ears
I’d rather it be in my lungs
When I asked for a light
This is not what I meant