…When I was born, shadow comin' into your life The dark side of your sun coming to Coming to Everyday, sin is deeper in your heart and Screaming souls, deeper and deeper Come into me like a knife on my skin But you can…

…This is from ‘72 also About being on the road lt’s called turn the page, yeah One, two, three, and... On a long and lonesome highway East of Omaha, You can listen to the engine Moaning out its one-note song. You can…

…needed nothing it had A swan of white, she came to me The lake mirrored her beauty sweet I kissed her neck, adored her grace But needed nothing she could give Gar tuht river Ger te rheged…

…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…

…Children play their games Remains of joy and laughter No sirens for three days Calm before the world shatters Calm before the world shatters Winter is coming How many dark days ahead? For how long we have to suffer…

…its love. But needed nothing it had. A swan of white, she came to me. The lake mirrored her beauty sweet. I kissed her neck, adored her grace. But needed nothing she could give. Got to grieve her, got to wreck it. Got to…

…Remember the first dance we shared? Recall the night you melted my ugliness away? The night you left with a kiss so kind Only a scent of beauty left behind Ah dear friend I remember that night The moon and the dreams…

…I'm a priest for the poorest sacrifice I'm but a raft in a sea of sorrow, sorrow and greed You bathed in my wine Drank from my cup, mocked my rhyme Your slit tongues licked my aching wounds (Put a stake) Through my…