I Will Die Like A True-blue Rebel.

I Mean, When The World Comes For Your Children, With The Knives Out, It's Your Job To Stand In The Way.

All The World Is Made Of Music. We Are All Strings On A Lyre. We Resonate. We Sing Together.

Music [is] The Third Rail Of Life. You Grabbed It To Shock Yourself Out Of The Dull Drag Of Hours. To Feel Something. To Burn With All The Emotions You Didn't Get To Experience In The Ordinary Run Of School, Tv, And Loading The Dishwasher After Dinner.

If The Workers Took A Notion They Could Stop All Speeding Trains; Every Ship Upon The Ocean They Can Tie With Mighty Chains.

I Am; I Was. I Want To Be.