History is written by victors - and when there are no victors, it all winds up in corporate shredders
It's a big question. Where do you begin to change the world?
but laugh, laugh, laugh, because if you ever stop laughing, it might just tear you apart
does a sick society get so used to its illness that it can't remember being well? what if the memory is too dangerous for the people who like things the way they are?
Death doesn't just make all the world kin, it makes all religions one
Then they pull onto Route 66, heading east into a world that's ripe for saving
We'll never be ready. So I guess that means we're as ready as we'll ever be