Then I show up steady ready and proud and I find I've forgotten how to talk out loud. Isn't it just like you to bring me to my knees?

At night when you're asleep, self-hatred's going to creep in. And you can blame it on the devil, the one who's bed you sleep in.

Let's grow old and die together. Let's do it now.

We negotiate with chaos for some sense of satisfaction.

Playing show after show is like my bread and butter.

I cannot name this, I cannot explain this, and I really don't want to so just call me shameless.

If you’re not angry, then you’re just stupid, you don’t care. How else can you react when something’s so unfair?