Some Crave Grief Like Strong

In New York, One Must Collapse To Be Indolent.

Age Must Give Way To Youth, No Doubt. But Not Yet, Not Yet.

Death Is Just Around The Corner. If Only It Would Stay There.

Promiscuity Is Like Never Reading Past The First Page. Monogamy Is Like Reading The Same Book Over And Over.

The Lyric Deals With Love And Sorrow, The Aphorism With Contradiction And Deceit.