What Doesn't Bend, Breaks.

We Negotiate With Chaos For Some Sense Of Satisfaction.

We're Led By Denial Like Lambs To Slaughter, Serving Empires Of Style And Carbonated Sugar Water.

Let's Show Them All How It's Done, Let's Do It All Imperfectly.

But In The Garden Of Simple, Where All Of Us Are Nameless, You Were Never Anything But Beautiful To Me.

I Can't Wait To Get Back To New York City Where At Least When I Walk Down The Streat, No One Ever Hesitates To Tell Me Exactly What They Think Of Me.