We Sit Here Stranded, Though We're All

Reality Has Always Had Too Many Heads.

I Don't Need Your Organization, I've Moved Your Mountains And I've Marked You Cards, But Eden Is Burning. You Better Get Ready For Elimination Or Else Your Hearts Must Have The Courage Of The Changing Of The Guard.

And I Hope That You Die And Your Death'll Come Soon I Will Follow Your Casket In The Pale Afternoon And I'll Watch While You're Lowered Down To Your Deathbed And I'll Stand O'er Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead

Technology To Wipe Out Truth Is Now Available. Not Everybody Can Afford It But It's Available. When The Cost Comes Down, Look Out!

Too Much Of Nothing, It Just Makes A Fellow Mean.