Sand down your soapbox cover every sign of the orthodox spit shined and overhyped gone to bid the good news good bye where does this whole notion of innocence come from the line between rhetoric and reality has been too blurred something grievous has occurred when the chosen ones have chosen wrong and the favorite sons have come undone renew my dissatisfaction for ideas without traction sentences without syntax catch phrases that no longer catch martyrs, mystics, saints and friends take the narrower of the roads ahead...