I like playing music because it's a good living and I get satisfaction from it. But I can't feed my family with satisfaction.

My vocals are bad, I can't sing, hey man, I wouldn't ask you to do a drum roll if your arm was falling off.

I wanted to make noise, not study theory.

Live win, dare fail.

I was pretty quiet as a child. I kind of hung out with my family and listened to music and sh*t. I wasn't too outgoing at all.

People always complain about something. If you face yourself and stand up strong, you're OK. You can't go wrong.

No one but me can save myself though its too late, death greets me warm, now i will just say goodbye.