Maybe All The Schemes Of The Devil

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

You Can't Let Facts Get In The Way Of The Truth.

Her Sanity Was A Fragile Thing, A Butterfly Cupped In Her Hands, That She Carried With Her Everywhere, Afraid Of What Would Happen If She Let It Go-or Got Careless And Crushed It.

Fantasy Was Always Only A Reality Waiting To Be Switched On.

I Will Die Like A True-blue Rebel. Don't Waste Any Time In Mourning - Organize.