Hey did you find the. Pieces your mentor left behind?. . And did you care, did you. Trade his genius for your dispair?. . Did you walk the line, did you.
Come let us make bricks and burn them hard. We'll build a city with a tower for the world. And climb so we can reach anything we may propose. Anything at all.
See the fight. Old men crying, deny their ruin. Watch them try. The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes. . Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic's beer soon overflows.
Delirium of disorder. Delirium of disorder. . Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains. Resolving itself into works. Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
There was a man who banged his head against a wall. He banged for 20 years, the damn thing wouldn't fall. He left an honest life, he left a broken wife.
A crack developed and a name blew in. Billy Gnosis, weak and thin. He moved to California to start a new life. Because back in his hometown he just killed his wife.
As I walk beneath the valley, I shall fear no evil. For thanks to king George and his rainbow cabinet. Today murder is legal, God I know that it's wrong.