The Smog Was Heavy, My Eyes Were

Rocks Are Space, And Space Is Illusion.

All Our Best Men Are Laughed At In This Nightmare Land.

Holy Flowers Floating In The Air, Were All These Tired Faces In The Dawn Of Jazz America.

It Made Me Think That Everything Was About To Arrive - The Moment When You Know All And Everything Is Decided Forever.

I Want To Work In Revelations, Not Just Spin Silly Tales For Money. I Want To Fish As Deep Down As Possible Into My Own Subconscious In The Belief That Once That Far Down, Everyone Will Understand Because They Are The Same That Far Down.