Nothing on 'Relapse' and very little on 'Recovery' was produced by me.

But no matter how many fish in the sea, itd be so empty without me.

The devil's spirit's trapped inside me. My soul is possessed by this devil my new name is Rain Man. So I keep conjuring (demons), sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn (Satan) from. I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's saying. Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the monster that's under my bed. Get along with the voices inside of my head.

If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss.

I'm an attention freak. I want all the women in the world, and if I don't get them, I fall to the ground and start kicking my feet.

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left. We all fall down like toy soldiers. Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win.

I realize that some people see going away as, "Oh, he's irrelevant now," but I feel like if I don't go away, I get sick of myself. It's never been my thing to be in the spotlight all the time.