To Wish For The Crazy Times One

You Can't Beat Two Guitars, Bass, And Drums.

That's Why I Survived Because I Still Believe I've Got Something To Say.

I'm Too Old To Do Things By Half

It Always Bothers Me To See People Writing Rip When A Person Dies. It Just Feels So Insincere And Like A Cop Out. To Me, Rip Is The Microwave Dinner Of Posthumous Honours.

Over What Guilty Spirit To Not Hear The Beating, To Not Hear The Beating, But Only Tears Of Perfect Moan, Only Tears Of Perfect Moan.