unlimited goats

Weather forecast on the AM radio says we'll be expecting highs in the low teens

Every dream's a good dream, even awful dreams are good dreams, if you're doing it right

We may run out of bullets; we're never going to run out of hostages

Covered by the blood when possible

Hold tight, hold fast, catch lightning in a jar; collapsing stars

If you get there before me, will you light us a fire?

Peer into the screen until you see it all, like a vision in a crystal ball

When they finally made it here, it was the least that we could do to make our welcome clear

I am the killer dressed in pilgrim's clothing

Speed up to the precipice, and then slam on the brakes

Nobody here to sound the alarm

And then the static roared again, hungry for blood

God bless the guys from my old neighborhood, gone past the point where any blessings can do them any good

Stay undefeated

An astronaut could have seen the hunger in my eyes from space

Clear sky sheltering our fragile little house