Even When You Tear Its Petals Off

Let Us Carve Gems Out Of Our Stony Hearts And Let Them Light Our Path To Love.

There's A Hidden Sweetness In The Stomach's Emptiness. We Are Lutes, No More, No Less. If The Soundbox Is Stuffed Full Of Anything, No Music.... When You're Full Of Food And Drink, Satan Sits Where Your Spirit Should.

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .

If Only You Knew What Bliss I Find In Being Nothing.

There's Hidden Sweetness In The Stomach's Emptiness.