And I Swear That I Don't Have

A Friend Is Nothing But A Known Enemy.

If You Die You're Completely Happy And Your Soul Somewhere Lives On.

I Don't Blame The Average Seventeen-year-old Punk-rock Kid For Calling Me A Sellout. I Understand That. And Maybe When They Grow Up A Little Bit, They'll Realize There's More Things To Life Than Living Out Your Rock & Roll Identity So Righteously.

I Will Get Stoned And Worship Satan.

I Use Bits And Pieces Of Others Personalities To Form My Own.