Ah, Who Will Save Me

The Gods Sell When They Give. Glory Is Paid For With Disgrace. Poor Are The Happy, For They Are Just What Passes.

It's In An Inland Sea That The River Of My Life Ended.

In The Very Corner Of My Soul There Is An Altar To A Different God.

Art Gives Us The Illusion Of Liberation From The Sordid Business Of Being.

What's Most Worthless About Dreams Is That Everybody Has Them.