I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all I could see was me. I take my spirit and I crash my mirrors, now the whole world is here for me to see.

Knowledge talks, wisdom listens.

We take our last look at the killing noise.

Don't use your brain to play it, let your feelings guide your fingers.

Please pass me the peace weed, and take some heed. Throw away all that mixed up speed.

My nature just changes.

Music is Magic. Magic is Life