“What's that sound I hear? It's just my lifetimeIt's whistling past my ear”

“Waiting for Vengeance'Well, what is this?What am I coming to?And beyond that, what am I gonna do?Now there’s blanknessWhere once your eyes held the lightBut that was so long agoThat was last nightWell, what was that?What’s that sound that I hear?It’s just my lifetimeIts whistling past my earAnd when I look backEverything seems smaller than lifeThe way it’s been for so longSince last nightNow I’m leavingAny moment I’ll be goneI think you’ll noticeI think you’ll wonder what went wrongI’m not choosingBut I’m running out of fightAnd this was decided so long agoIt was last night”

“In my ears i hear a noise, and this noise is the sound of the color of the sun.”

“An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.”

“When I was little, I was out riding my brand-new blue bicycle when I decided to see how far I could keep going without looking back even once. I could feel with my back how my neighborhood was receding, further and further away... but I kept pedaling with all my might, my mind almost going blank. All I could hear was the sound of my own heart, thumping wildly in my ears. Even now, I remember it sometimes. What exactly was I trying to do that day? What was it that I wanted to prove?It's no good. My mind just keeps fogging over. I have this irritating sound stuck in my head. What is it? This sound... Ohh... I know what it is. This is... the sound of emptiness.”

“Do my ears deceive me, or can I actually hear the sounds of worms turning? You say a turning worm makes no sound? But how about a chorus of turning worms?”