Married, Married, Married! Buried! Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I was tired of pretending that I was someone else just to get along with people, just for the sake of having friendships.

We're just musically and rhythmically retarded. We play so hard that we can't tune our guitars fast enough. People can relate to that.

Who needs action when you got words?

If you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I'm not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I've got.

And I swear that I don't have a gun...no I don't have a gun

We're so trendy we can't even escape ourselves.