We Have Assembled Inside This

How Can I Set Free Anyone Who Doesn't Have The Guts To Stand Up Alone And Declare His Own Freedom?

No Eternal Reward Will Forgive Us Now For Wasting The Dawn.

All The Poems Have Wolves In Them. All But One. The Most Beautiful One Of All. She Dances In A Ring Of Fire And Throws Off The Challenge With A Shrug.

Lying On Stained, Wretched Sheets With A Bleeding Virgin We Could Plan A Murder Or Start A Religion.

Los Angeles Is A City Looking For A Ritual To Join Its Fragments, And The Doors Are Looking For Such A Ritual Also. A Kind Of Electric Wedding. We Hide Ourselves In The Music To Reveal Ourselves.