There Is Plenty Of Hühnerfleisch

I'm On My Time With Everyone.

Birds... Scream At The Top Of Their Lungs In Horrified Hellish Rage Every Morning At Daybreak To Warn Us All Of The Truth. They Know The Truth. Screaming Bloody Murder All Over The World In Our Ears, But Sadly We Don't Speak Bird.

Music Is First, Lyrics Are Secondary.

I'm Going To Be A Superstar Musician, Kill Myself, And Go Out In A Flame Of Glory.

I Just Don't Like To Get Intimate. I Don't Want Anyone To Know What I Feel And What I Think, And If They Can't Get Some Kind Of An Idea Of What Sort Of Person I Am Through My Music, Then That's Too Bad.