Time taught me how to see every second as heaven, even though they're perfectly disguised as hell.

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

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

Empathy is the poor man's cocaine, and love is just a chemical by any other name

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

Storm is prerequisite to mental gain

There's so much world to see, what's stopping you from flying free?