Music Was What Bothered Me,

You Do This Because You Like It, You Think What You're Making Is Beautiful. And If You Think It's Beautiful, Maybe They Think It's Beautiful.

I've Gone Out With My Shotgun. This Is Hunting Country Out There. You Better Run.

To Wish For The Crazy Times One Last Time And Freeze It In The Memory Of A Camera Is The Least A Great Artist Can Do.

Some People Drink To Unleash Their Libidos, And Other People Drink To Prop Up Their Egos.

Writhe And Sway To Music's Pain Searing With Asides, Caress Death With A Lover's Touch For It Shall Be Your Bride.