Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.
An artist has got to be constantly in a state of becoming.
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies.
The inmates and prisoners, I found they were my kind, and it was there inside the bars I found my peace of mind.
The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.
I'm inconsistent, even to myself.