"... There is a spiritual practice at all levels of benevolence. ... Skill for which will never fail. ... Disobey this essence of ingenuity. ... So, it's definite then. It's written in the stars, darlings. Everything must come to an end. We thought love could change our names and free us from our earthly chains. Oh, we wanted to believe in it, to believe in it, but they couldn't. We wanted to believe that love could lift us to the skies and above, but they wouldn't. Oh, oh, oh, oh..." Oh, oh, oh, oh..." Oh, oh, oh, oh..."