How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.

It's like going out to the desert and screaming and then having little kids throw their sandbox at you. I'm only 24.

The only person you have to think about lying twice to is either yourself or to God. The press isn't either of them. And I just figured they're irrelevant.

I see the turning of the page, curtain rising on a new age, see the groom still waiting at the altar.

If you don't underestimate me, I won't underestimate you.

Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.