More lyric spam. Sigh.

Heaven's not enough
If when you get there, it's just another blue...
And heaven's not enough...
You think you've found it and it loses you...

You've thought of all there is
But not enough...
And it loses you in a cloud...

There most everything is nothing that it seems...
Where you see the things you only wanna see...

I'd fly away
To a higher plane
To say words I resist
...To float away...
...To sigh...
...To breathe...
...Forget...

And heaven's not enough
If when I'm there I don't remember you...
And heaven does enough,
You think you know it and it uses you...

I saw so many things,
But like a dream...
Always losing me in a cloud...

'cause I couldn't cry, 'cause I turned away, couldn't see the score...

...Didn't know the pain of leaving yesterday really far behind...

... In another life, in another dream, by a different name...

... Gave it all away for a memory and a quiet lie...

... And I felt the face of a cold tonight, still don't know the score...

... But I know the pain of leaving everything really far behind...

... And if I could cry,
And if I could live
What truth I did, then take me there...

Heaven, goodbye.

THE DUCK is watching you.

I never heard of Alan Moore before this, but clearly, the guy suffers from a bad case of Anatidaephobia.

The March of the Sinister Ducks

Everyone thinks they're such sweet little things...
DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)
Soft downy feathers and nice little wings...
DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)
But there's a poison I'd like to administer;
You think they're cuddly, but I think they're sinister!

DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)
DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)

What are they doing at night in the park?
DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)
Think of them waddling about in the dark!
DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)
Sneering and whispering and stealing your cars,
Reading pornography, smoking cigars!

DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)
DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)

Nasty and small, undeserving of life...
DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)
They'll sneer at your hairstyle and sleep with your wife...
DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)
Dressed in plaid jackets and horrible shoes,
Getting divorces and turning to booze!

DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)
DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)

Forcing old ladies to throw them some bread...
DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)
Who could deny? They'd be better off DEAD!
DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)
Look closely and you will recoil in surprise
At web-footed fascists with mad little eyes!

DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)
DUCKS. DUCKS. (Quack-quack, Quack-quack.)

(If they were all right, how come people keep shooting them?)