This Is My Tale and My Book of Lies That I'm No Longer Giving You for Free

In This Era of Hypothetical Miracles, the Era of the Turning of Monochromatic Pages, If You Still Are Lost, There's Nothing That Could Keep You From Going Irreversibly Unsound

We Really Need a Hero to Save Us From the Madness on the Streets

While Hiding Our True Selves From Nature, It's as If All We Live for Is the Tenuous Promise of a Better Tomorrow

I Don't Need Someone Else to Hide in the Back of My Mind