To formulate a single thought and magnify it by twenty-fold is to understand that which makes suffering quantifiable, as if to figure into it the very consequence by which a switch works, turn on, turn off. One then begins to clearly take note of an event and further events which are life-changing. One must never disregard the power of enlightenment at any level of understanding.

[Cloud Works]
Cloud works.
Sky's alive with raven's blood. When peering through a telеscope's eye, I was slappеd into infinity, surrounded by the most gentle of spirits. As I witnessed him worship, paying tribute to that which astounds, all gently burying us. Sky is alive this very night. The Brahmas of sacred friends visit. Yes, this buffalo raven guy has channeled us to the weather and wizard wizard wizard tree and I will no longer contain these feelings I'm feeling, for it was your teaching that has gently guided me to this stepping off place. The altar's squirming in pious anticipation, for it's been given the opportunity to prove eternal devotion through its unique blending of stone and marble majesty and yet not once did it alter position of unconditional love for a barrage of magnetic fools who staunchly believe chicken little was nothing if not an oxymoron. Sky is raising the question of where we stand and for how long. While homemade ice cream pines are drained of the very bliss we initiated with our first friendly embraces and how in kissing I swear, when kissing I swear all I thought of was an ice sculpture. How frigid it must continue to be. Yes, sky this very evening raises many an eyebrow as I carve out these worlds before falling fast asleep inside a tomb of plenty.

[Survivor]
Surviving in love, surviving in hate
Surviving in love, surviving in hate
We still have to die, there can be no escape
We still have to die, there can be no escape
Surviving in love, surviving in hate
Clock in, clock out, forty hours a week
Our lives be expanded with no real truth to speak
Surviving in love, surviving in hate
Now the moment he laid, came to say, lost his life
Now we have no name
Surviving in hate
Insanity, welcome, were I never sane
In a world of desert pain
Surviving in love, surviving in hate
Anything to learn, a common desert of pain
No trust, no loyalties, insanity blinds
As people are hunted by the hounds of mankind
Motivation's great, our purpose is lost
If I trust your ideas, how great is the cost?
Motivation's great, but purpose is lost
If I trust your ideas, how great is the cost?
Does it all make sense?
Does it all make sense?
When you're hours to sleep, can you not understand
Can't you just let it be?
Can't you just let it be?
Surviving in love
Surviving in love, surviving in hate
We still have to die, there can be no escape
Can you not understand?
Can't you just let it be?
No trust, no loyalties, insanity blinds
As people are hunted by the hounds of mankind
Motivation's great, but purpose is lost
If I trust your ideas, how great is the cost?
Surviving in love, surviving in hate
Surviving in love, surviving in hate
[Answering machine]
Charles, this is Aaron Beck. I got your call, and we're going to write about this record. We're not going to write about it in the roundup of CD's, as I had mentioned, I thought I might do, because our record doesn't jibe with a lot of regular old studio albums, but we're going to do it before the end of the year. I want to write about this record and not wait until before this thing comes out. So, just again, be patient, and if you don't see it next week, don't fret, we're going to be writing about it before the end of the year, and we're still going to be providing a timely story. [?] Feel free to call, of course, anytime, I'm usually here 4 to 12 or -

[Screaming]
Woo!
You gotta make up your mind
You gotta make up your mind
You gotta make up your mind, Jim
Jim, you gotta make up your mind, Jim
Jim, you gotta make up your mind, Jim
Jim, you gotta make up your mind, Jim