The Word 'indie' Is Meaningless Now. It's

The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get; You're Wasting Your Time.

You Either Approve Of Violence Or You Don't, And Nothing On Earth Is More Violent Or Extreme Than The Meat Industry.

These Tears I'm Wailing, I Spill Not Without Reason. Remove Them, My Dearest Love. Take Me To The Place I've Been Dreaming Of, Where The Grotesquely Lonely Meet The Grotesquely Lonely And They Whisper, Just Very Softly, Please Be Mine, Dearest Love.

I Find Christmas Very Difficult.

Sing Your Life; Any Fool Can Think Of Words That Rhyme.