Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride; that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself; for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn?
The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.
I listen to Helmet - and I love Helmet, they're a great band - but every song sounds the same.