The End Is In The

My Life, My Life, Now I Speak Of It As Of Something Over, Now As Of A Joke Which Still Goes On, And It Is Neither, For At The Same Time It Is Over And It Goes On, And Is There Any Tense For That? Watch Wound And Buried By The Watchmaker, Before He Died, Whose Ruined Works Will One Day Speak Of God, To The Worms.

Words Are All We Have.

Any Fool Can Turn A Blind Eye But Who Knows What The Ostrich Sees In The Sand.

Silence And Darkness Were All I Craved. Well, I Get A Certain Amount Of Both. They Being One.

The Only Thing You Must Never Speak Of Is Your Happiness.