I've Already Created My Own Thing.

Kiss Me Out Of Desire, But Not Consolation.

Fate Is Gonna Find You In Your Glass Of Champagne.

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 Music Can Tell People Everything They Need To Know About Being Human Beings. It's Not My Information, It's Not Mine. I Didn't Make It. I Just Discovered It.

I Want To Be Ripped Apart By Music.