You have to dream big, wish hard and chase after your goals, because no one is going to do it for you.

I hate hateful people.

I called out to God, but the devil keeps answering.

Like most artists, I live out of a suitcase.

I committed crimes of passion and my soul was suspected, But it was thrown out of court because of course the Creator and I connected. He told me, "Fear not for thou art protected. Your life is being requested.

But I still feel like a normal person... I've walked the streets and I know what it feels like. I speak with humility, and apparently those songs connect with people.

My insurance provider probably wouldn't allow me to go into a mosh pit anymore. My brain is insured by Lloyd's of London, you know what I'm saying?