The Pop World Has Really Opened Its

It's About Realizing, Painfully, You've Kept That Voice Inside Yourself, Locked Away From Even Yourself. And You Step Back And See That Your Jailer Has Changed Faces. You Realize You've Become Your Own Jailer.

I Guess You Go Too Far When Pianos Try To Be Guitars.

Years Go By Will I Still Be Waiting For Somebody Else To Understand Years Go By If I'm Stripped Of My Beauty And The Orange Clouds Raining In Head Years Go By Will I Choke On My Tears Till Finally There Is Nothing Left One More Casualty You Know We're Too Easy Easy Easy

I Wanted To Marry Lucifer. I Feel His Presence In My Music.

I've Been Looking For A Savior In These Dirty Streets, Looking For A Savior Beneath These Dirty Sheets.