In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.

You need something to open up a new door, to show you something you seen before but overlooked a hundred times or more

I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

You might be a rock and roll addict prancing on the stage. You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage.

There's no black and white, left and right to me anymore; there's only up and down and down is very close to the ground. And I'm trying to go up without thinking about anything trivial such as politics. They have got nothing to do with it. I'm thinking about the general people and when they get hurt.

Once I went into songwriting, I figured I had to - I couldn't be a hellfire rock 'n' roller. But I could write hellfire lyrics.

There are things I could say. But I don't.