Music Inflames Temperament.

Death Makes Angels Of Us All And Gives Us Wings Where We Had Shoulders Smooth As Ravens Claws.

I Wouldn't Mind Dying In A Plane Crash. It'd Be A Good Way To Go. I Don't Want To Die In My Sleep, Or Of Old Age, Or Od... I Want To Feel What It's Like. I Want To Taste It, Hear It, Smell It. Death Is Only Going To Happen To You Once; I Don't Want To Miss It

The Gate Is Straight, Deep And Wide, Break On Through To The Other Side...

Resident Mockery, Give Us An Hour For Magic.

The Time You Wait Subtracts The Joy The Heads The Angel You Destroy