Life is a velvet crowbar hitting you over the head, youre bleeding syrup amour, bleeding to death.

Life is a velvet crowbar hitting you over the head, youre bleeding syrup amour, bleeding to death.

I suppose my approach to religion is like my approach to music - I take what I want and leave the rest.

[Could you show us how Lana Del Rey dances in a club?] That would be illegal.

I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind, because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

To be honest like when you work at something for a long time and then coming to a family of people who support what you do hmm... you are very lucky!

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast I am alone in the night Been trying hard not to get into trouble, but I I've got a war in my mind So, I just ride