If Everyone Was The Same,

Dying, Dying, Someone Told Me Just Recently, Dying Is Easy. Living Is Hard. For Everyone.

Nothing Can Duplicate The Sheer Power And Feeling You Get From Standing In Front Of Your Amp And Bashing On Your Guitar.

All That Is, Was, And Will Be. Universe Much Too Big To See. Time And Space Never Ending, Disturbing Thoughts, Questions Pending. Limitations Of Human Understanding. Too Quick To Criticize, Obligation To Survive, We Hunger To Be Alive. All That Is, Ever, Ever Was, Will Be Ever Twisting, Turning, Through The Never. In The Dark, See Past Our Eyes. Pursuit Of Truth, No Matter Where It Lies. Gazing Up To The Breeze Of The Heavens, On A Quest, Meaning, Reason. Come To Be, How It Begun. All Alone In The Family Of The Sun, Curiosity Teasing Everyone. On Our Home, Third Stone From The Sun.

We Like To Set Off Bombs.

I Like Playing Music Because It's A Good Living And I Get Satisfaction From It. But I Can't Feed My Family With Satisfaction.