There's [in Outcast] so much for my ear, brain and mind and body to gain.

Everyone's the same. All brains are contained by their reality frame and chained to the terrain that they're trained not to change and once you see what I've explained you've hit the jackpot.

I know you feel alone, but just look up at the stars, and everything that is out there is what you really are

The stress that we [with Abilities] always feel is trying to continue advancing with our music. That's our plight, it's ingrained in our personalities. We feel like we're trying to race the world of music itself - just trying to create the best music, and as soon as we get done with one piece we're trying to figure out how to top it.

I refuse to let past bruises cover the light. It ain't all good, but it's all good enough so I know I'm alright

Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as music.

Poets play with words to keep themselves sane