"Watch it now

The eagle in the sky

How he dancin' one and only

There's no real reason to be lonely

Be yourself

Give your free will a chance

You've got to want to succeed..."

(art by Adam Howie)

"I'd love to change the world

But I dont know what to do

So I'll leave it up to you

Everywhere is freaks and hairies

Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity

Tax the rich, feed the poor

Till there are no rich no more

 Population keeps on breeding

Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy

Life is funny, skies are sunny

Bees make honey, who needs money, monopoly

World pollution, theres no solution

Institution, electrocution

Just black and white, rich or poor

Them and us, stop the war

I'd love to change the world

But I dont know what to do

So I'll leave it up to you..."

(?)

"Nights in white satin

Never reaching the end

Letters I've written

Never meaning to send

Beauty I've always missed

With these eyes before

Just what the truth is

I can't say any more..."

(art by Vadim Stein)

“It's so hard

to forget pain,

but it's even harder

to remember sweetness.

We have no scar

to show for happiness.

We learn so little

from peace.”

(Chuck Palahniuk, Diary)

"Every generation

Blames the one before

And all of their frustrations

Come beating on your door

(art by Brianoldham)

(art by Tommy Ingberg)

(art by Tommy Ingberg)

So we open up a quarrel

Between the present and the past

We only sacrifice the future

It's the bitterness that lasts

(art by Marino Thorlacius)

 (art by Yves Lecoq)

 (art by Dariusz Klimczak)

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye."

“Life is pain, highness.

Anyone who says differently

is selling something.”

(William Goldman)

(art by Paulina Sus)

Yes! labour would demand

an account from capital:

that impersonal god,

unknown to the worker,

crouching down somewhere

in his mysterious sanctuary,

where he sucked the life

out of the starvelings

who nourished him!

They would go down there;

they would at last succeed

in seeing his face

by the gleam of incendiary fires,

they would drown him in blood,

that filthy swine,

that monstrous idol,

gorged with human flesh!

(Germinal by Emile Zola)

(art by Calum Andrews)