Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.
No one may speak for the dead, no one may interpret their mutilated dreams and visions.
People don't hear me talk. They don't expect me to.
My life was not useless; I gave important truths to the world, and it was only for want of understanding that they were disregarded. I have been ahead of my time.
Things parents say to children are oftentimes not heard, but in some cases you pick up on things that your parent would like to see you have done.
The words are all around but the words are only sounds and no one ever seems to listen.
If you're really listening there are alot of hidden messages in my songs.
Birds... scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the truth. They know the truth. Screaming bloody murder all over the world in our ears, but sadly we don't speak bird.
The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity.
