If You're Going To Die, Then Die.

There Is No Such Thing As Justice, All The Best That We Can Hope For Is Revenge.

Why Can I Never Go Back To Bed? Who's Is The Voice Ringing In My Head? Where Is The Sense In These Desperate Dreams? Why Should I Wake When I'm Half Past Dead?

I've Learned That I Work Best When I'm Entirely Naked. The Recording Process Was Done That Way.

And, What's More, This 'precious' Body, The Very Same That Is Hooted And Honked At, Demeaned Both In Daily Life As Well As In Ever Existing Form Of Media, Harrassed, Molested, Raped, And, If All That Wasn't Enough, Is Forever Poked And Prodded And Weighed And Constantly Wrong For Eating Too Much, Eating Too Little, A Million Details Which All Point To The Solitary Girl, To Every Solitary Girl, And Say: Destroy Yourself.

Oh, And I Certainly Don't Suffer From Schizophrenia. I Quite Enjoy It. And So Do I.