It's funny the way most people love the dead. Once you are dead, you are made for life.
Knowledge is speaking, wisdom is listening
Drifting, On a sea of forgotten teardrops, On a lifeboat, Sailing for Your love
Be respected as being new, and probably a decent change or a help for the human race or whatever, instead of keep carrying the same old burdens around with you.
When we go to play, you flip around and flash around and everything, and then they're not gonna see nothin' but what their eyes see. Forget about their ears.