I Forgot More Than You'll

I'm Not The Kind Of Cat That's Going To Cut Off An Ear If I Can't Do Something.

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

In Ceremonies Of The Horsemen, Even The Pawn Must Hold A Grudge.

I Wouldn't Even Think Of Playing Music If I Was Born In These Times. I Wouldn't Even Listen To The Radio.

An Artist Has Got To Be Constantly In A State Of Becoming.