Life forgets me but will not let me forget Holds me down and tells me that I'm free.

One person's roar is another's whine, just as one person's music is another's unendurable noise.

And I laugh at myself when I screw things up, which happens all the time.

I get angry about stuff, I get very emotionally intense about stuff and that's how I get it out - with books, with the band, on my own onstage, but it's always kind of a wail.

Everything you do makes my body scream with loneliness.

We should treat each other better. Why in the hell would you still have racism? This ancient, moronic hatred? Why does our foreign policy have to always involve so much death and so much death of innocent people as a matter of course, to the point to where no one bothers to say anything. I guess a lot of people don't want to move forward. It's frustrating at times.

My love runs deeper than the wounds.