When things get too heavy, just call me helium, the lightest known gas to man.

There'll be no smoking in the gas chamber.

Anger he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armor. Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him, her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground.

My own thing is in my head. I hear sounds and if I don't get them together nobody else will.

Imagination is the key to my lyrics. The rest is painted with a little science fiction.

When I'm sad, she comes to me with a thousand smiles.

It's up to the people. If they really want to keep it going, they'll keep it going... they'll appreciate the music.