They say everything can be replaced, Yet every distance is not near. So I remember every face Of every man who put me here. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark.

There doesn't seem to be any tomorrow. Every time I wake up, no matter in what position, it's always been today.

Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music again.

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than those who are most content.

Being on tour is like being in limbo. It's like going from nowhere to nowhere.

Shedding off one more layer of skin, Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.