People are crazy and times are strange,I'm locked in tightI'm out of range,I use to carebut things have changed.

Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar, there's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm.

I fought with my twin, the enemy within.

Cop comes down the street crazy as a loon, he throws us in jail for carrying harpoons.

... we're living in a Machiavellian world, whether we like it or we don't.