We take our last look at the killing noise.
I dig Strauss and Wagner, those cats are good...
This is your life - you must die by yourself, so for heaven's sake, live for yourself and no one else. . . .
It all has to come from inside, though, I guess.
Music makes me high on stage, and that's the truth. It's like being almost addicted to music.
After awhile, your, your cheap talk don't even cause me pain, so let your bullets fly like rain.