Drugs Are A Bet With Your Mind.

In The Holy Solipsism Of The Young Now I Can't Walk Thru A City Street W/out Eying Each Single Pedestrian. I Feel Thier Vibe Thru My Skin, The Hair On My Neck --- It Rises.

Whoever Controls The Media, Controls The Mind.

Are You A Lucky Little Lady In The City Of Light? Or Just Another Lost Angel... City Of Night?

We Hide Ourselves In Our Music To Reveal Ourselves

Cinema, Heir Of Alchemy, Last Of An Erotic Science.