What are they holding on to?

The clothes you wear, that you know puts you at the forefront of style and forever -- you are there. baby, you are riding that wave. You just don't know it yet. Would you still exist if the club's multi colored flashing lights that bounce in time with thumping music didn't reflect off your glittery make up and shiny shirt?

There is something inside all of us, don't fight it, babe. The Iraqi refugee trudging through the mountains with nothing to drink but his own piss, and nothing to eat but grass knows it. But at least you got style. We're all gonna die sometime. Even you. And your immortal cool, purchased, of course, will not save you. It's nature you simple being. Simple, simple, simple. This battle has been fought before, and on a much greater scale, with a higher purpose. Don't worry if you can't comprehend it.

You're up on the latest causes. That peace sign that you drop... are you against the war, or did it just come to you one night in a vision of yourself afire? There are just a few style makers, friend. The rest, are just stlye takers. It's all very simple under the lights isn't it?

Cover that hole. It's just too dark and deep to look at now. The washed out looks and wrinkled skin will come someday, and a dark cloud will be with it. It may not be apparent on the surface. Maybe you will beat your child. Maybe you will sleep around and nothing will be good enough, because that hole goes on forever.

Once the book is closed it cannot be opened again. But at least, for a moment, you were able to buy some style.