03-21-2004, 04:44 PM
Yes TriggerHappy, there is a Sanity Clause
Iconoclast. Taken from the Greek roots, to be a smasher of idols. A destroyer of religions. One who would pee in the holy water. A Sunday Morning Godzilla. Nobody knows from whence he comes or were he goeth, but when he arrives he brings with him the spirit of disaster and distruction. When he departs, he leaves confusion, befuddlement, and terror in his wake.
But I am the last person who should say anything. I have put my own kind to the torch and let them burn black and crispy. I have heartlessly persecuted those that would have called me brother. I have not left behind good things, I have only left barren fruitless ground in my wake, bitterness, I have lain much to waste. I am hated by my own kind. I have said and done things that I now deeply regret, but, they had to be done. Now pardon me while I go and remove the plank from my own eye.
Iconoclast. Taken from the Greek roots, to be a smasher of idols. A destroyer of religions. One who would pee in the holy water. A Sunday Morning Godzilla. Nobody knows from whence he comes or were he goeth, but when he arrives he brings with him the spirit of disaster and distruction. When he departs, he leaves confusion, befuddlement, and terror in his wake.
But I am the last person who should say anything. I have put my own kind to the torch and let them burn black and crispy. I have heartlessly persecuted those that would have called me brother. I have not left behind good things, I have only left barren fruitless ground in my wake, bitterness, I have lain much to waste. I am hated by my own kind. I have said and done things that I now deeply regret, but, they had to be done. Now pardon me while I go and remove the plank from my own eye.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."