Everybody's Wearing A Disguise, To

A Noble Truth Is A Sacred Creed.

A Song Is Like A Dream, And You Try To Make It Come True. They're Like Strange Countries That You Have To Enter.

The Only Sound That's Left After The Ambulances Go Is Cinderella Sweeping Up On Desolation Row.

You Can Have Your Youth It'll Rot Before Your Eyes

On The Stone That Remains Carved Next To His Name, His Epitaph Plain, Only A Pawn In Their Game.