Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years.

My songs have always had frustrating themes - relationships I've had

Load up our guns Bring your friends It's fun to lose and to pretend

There is nothing I like more than pure underground music

Birds... scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the truth. They know the truth. Screaming bloody murder all over the world in our ears, but sadly we don't speak bird.

I bought a gun and chose drugs instead.

If my eyes could show my soul,everyone would cry when they saw me smile.