Behold! The human being, more primitive than television The urges in the hearts of men, older than the science within The machine comes apart with ease, the doc...

You are a garden, arching back and yawning trees And I have come to stand outside the gates of she who loves me And cleaving to the soul of you, my dark and mys...

My brains are all used up They go pale and turn to dust All the walls that I put up Are falling down around us Everything that I believe Is washing up on sun-bl...