To the Wounded: I Have the The Self Image That They'v Forced You to Reuce to Shattered Glass With the Only Remaining Value Lying in Its Jagged Edges But the Few Who Warrant Waking For Await Their Recognition No Fear of Death But With Fear of Life Your Weakness Kills Everyone So Live Angels For Everyonfor no Lack of Seaching I Can't Seem to Find One Angels in Everyone What of All Their Promises?can't Seem to Find More Than Lies Angels in Anyone A Permanent Solution to a Temporary Problem Before I'd Lay Me Down to Rest Id Throw Everything Away to Live