Death is like a crack on the windshield of my car
I can see that crack's dissemination...

From the futile war
remains tons of mutilated hearts...

These roads are eloquent
in every inarticulate turn...

Do you remember?
Do you remember our last days...

I see in my dream the messiah's coming!
I see the messiah's coming...

I shall remain a mystery,
like everything else...

I am happening
as I look at my watch...

Diminishing in transcendence,
perpetuating in deficiencies...

To the 'Like-Minded' Mobs
What you are...

The reason that we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...

The word was:
"The brotherhood of good...

All the languages belong to the same arbour
the two outlet bugles...