Adolescence And Early Youth...the Fires Are Burning

We Have Assembled Inside This Ancient / And Insane Theatre / To Propagate Our Lust For Life / And Flee The Swarming Wisdom / Of The Streets

Pain Is Meant To Wake Us Up. People Try To Hide Their Pain. But They're Wrong. Pain Is Something To Carry, Like A Radio. You Feel Your Strength In The Experience Of Pain.

Morning Found Us Unaware, Noon Burn Gold Into Our Hair, At Night We Swim The Laughin Sea, Where Will We Be?

Lying On Stained, Wretched Sheets With A Bleeding Virgin We Could Plan A Murder Or Start A Religion.

That’s What Real Love Amounts To - Letting A Person Be What He Really Is....most People Love You For Who You Pretend To Be....to Keep Their Love, You Keep Pretending - Performing. You Get To Love Your Pretense...it’s True, We’re Locked In An Image, An Act - And The Sad Thing Is, People Get So Used To Their Image - They Grow Attached To Their Masks. They Love Their Chains. They Forget All About Who They Really Are. And If You Try To Remind Them, They Hate You For It - They Feel Like You’re Trying To Steal Their Most Precious Possession.