He Knew That Hair Couldn't

My Page Was Too White My Ink Was Too Thin The Day Wouldn't Write What The Night Pencilled In.

There's No Forsaking What You Love No Existential Leap As Witnessed Here In Time And Blood A Thousand Kisses Deep

I've Seen The Future And It's Murder.

I've Expressed My Gratitude To My Son Many Times. And His Career Is Far From Undistinguished, And It Was A Great Privilege To Have Someone Of This Skill Bringing This Album To Conclusion.

This Mental Space Is Occupied And Everything Is Mine.