The compass spins between heaven and hell, let your soul be your pilot, let your soul guide you.

I went off to fight some battle that I'd invented inside me.

Every ripple on the ocean, every leaf on every tree, every sand dune in the desert, every power we never see.

I've spent too many years at war with myself, the doctor has told me it's not good for my health.

I never saw no miracle of science that did not go from a blessing to a curse.

My comfortable existence is reduced to a shallow meaningless party.

Don't judge me, you could be me in another life.