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.

Deceit, Deceive, Decide just what you believe... I see faith in your eyes, Never you hear the discouraging lies. I hear faith in your cries... Broken is the promise, Betrayal... The healing hand held back by the deepened nail... Follow the god that failed.

I choose to live, not just exist.

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

The band? No way! There ain't no band. The band is not 'the band' right now. It's just three guys.

There is one Metallica. We have many styles, it's called Metallica.

Nothing's really a prized possession except my family, you know?