Here is your own private dwelling, flaming with hope and confidence, filled with warmth and revulsion. Let's steal the eye that sees us all, and dance into the night. The bright promise has come at last, filled with insanity and a strange swirling of thought. Movement is necessary, for if we stop, we will die. "Stay the course", the madman demands, as he wipes the blood of thousands upon thousands from the corners of his tainted lips. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. Image and text created by Queen Type O Negative. Copyright 2007 Flicker Light Studio. "Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©" - Queen Type O Negative.