Over What Guilty Spirit To Not Hear

It Always Bothers Me To See People Writing Rip When A Person Dies. It Just Feels So Insincere And Like A Cop Out. To Me, Rip Is The Microwave Dinner Of Posthumous Honours.

I've Made Love To My Mother, Killed My Father, And My Brother. What Am I To Do?

I Can Concentrate On My Art.

Families That Live Out In The Suburbs Often Make Each Other Cry.

Nothing Beats 2 Guitars, Drum And Bass.