The Further I Get, The Further I

Life Is Parallel To Hell But I Must Maintain And Be Prosperous, Though We Live Dangerous.

My Skin Is An Art Gallery Right, With Paintings And Crucifixes Hoping To Save Me From All The Dangers In The Music Business

No Temporary Chaos Is Worth Your Sanity.

I Want To Sound Like An Instrument. I Want My Voice And My Words To Marry The Beat.

Sunlight And Seeing Something That Was A Thought Become A Thing And Materialize - That Makes Me Come Alive.