Before he could finish
his figure eight...

Did you know,
the whole world is an exhibition...

In the desert of Christian land,
where Christ would never touch the sand...

They come in boxes
alluring, ribbon-tied...

It doesn’t matter
if you’re not with me tonight...

How could one beseech
with all their existence...

“In the final analysis,
even love is unreal...

For years,
you made me carry shame...

It makes no difference
who you are...

"One man's freedom fighter
is another’s terrorist...

Let me be indebted
to your vulnerability...

You have lost me
your true-born so...