I Want To Be Ripped Apart By

We Are Born To Live, We Are Born To Understand, We Are Born To Carry A Cursed Pattern And Be Transformed By Pain.

I Don't Write My Music For Sony. I Write It For The People Who Are Screaming Down The Road Crying To A Full-blast Stereo.

The Only Goal Is In The Process. The Process Is The Thing…with Little Flashes Of Light Here And There. Those Are The Gigs, Those Are The Live Shows. But It's The Life In Between—that's All I Got.

I'm Lying In My Bed, Blanket Is Warm, This Body Will Never Keep Me Safe From Harm. I Still Feel Your Hair, Black Ribbons Of Coal. Touch My Skin To Keep Me Whole. If Only You'd Come Back To Me. To Feel You At My Side, Wouldn't Need No Mojo Pin To Keep Me Satisfied.

I Don't Want My Reputation To Take Me Over, I Just Want To Be Judged On My Songs. I Want People To Come And See Me Because They Want To, Not Because Fashion Dictates It.