I'm consumed by the chill of solitary.
I'll keep evolving and put that into my songs.
These precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was defenseless, and parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends.
Is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theatre?
I guess what people forget sometimes is that when I write songs, I write them sometimes in about 20 minutes.
I have as much rage as you have, I have as much pain as you do, I've lived as much hell as you have, and I've kept mine bubbling under for you.