You Make Me Feel Like A Candy

I Wore Nietzsche's Eyes. Now That I Step Back To See, I Haven't Been Me.

It's Me Who Is My Enemy Me Who Beats Me Up Me Who Makes The Monsters Me Who Strips My Confidence.

If Not For Music, I Would Probably Be A Very Frustrated Scientist. It's One Way To Answer The Question, 'what Is The Meaning Of Life?' I Feel Music Answers It Better.

Feminists Were Psyched That I Had Armpit Hair

The Monsters Are In Your Own Head