I rocked the cradle of love.
Your empty eyes seem to pass me by and leave me dancing with myself.
Such a human waste, your eyes without a face.
The biggest misconception people have about me is that I'm stupid.
The world goes on, you go on and you change. You want to show the fans those changes, and you want to be able to verbalize them.
I am hopelessly divided between the dark and the good, the rebel and the saint, the sex maniac and the monk, the poet and the priest, the demagogue and the populist. Pen to paper, I put it all down - I'm out on a limb here, so watch my back.