Good intentions can be evil, both hands are full of grease. You know, sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it.

May you grow up to be righteous, may you grow up to be true. May you always know the truth and see the lights surrounding you. May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong. May you stay forever young.

You know, sometimes a person's reputation can be far more colossal than the influence of the person. I don't pay any attention to it anymore.

Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts.

I don't think there's enough guns.

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