That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is....Most people love you for who you pretend to be....To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretense...It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image - they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it - they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion.

Adolescence and early youth...the fires are burning fastest, right? And your energy level is highest. It demands...and rock is screaming type music.

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.

Violence isn't always evil. What's evil is the infatuation with violence.

The Night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest.