Your Mind Is A Your Temple, Keep

There's Not Even Room Enough To Be Anywhere/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.../i Was Born Here And I'll Die Here Against My Will/i Know It Looks Like I'm Moving, But I'm Standing Still.

Sing Your Praise Of Progress And The Doom Machine, The Naked Truth Is Still Taboo Whenever It Can Be Seen.

On The Cliffs Of Your Wild Cat Charms I'm Riding.

To Preach Of Peace And Brotherhood, Oh What Might Be The Cost? A Man He Did It Long Ago, And They Hung Him On A Cross.

It Was Better To Be In Chains With Friends Than In A Garden With Strangers. [an Ancient Persian Proverb.] So True, Huh?