Now I may have faith/ to make mountains fall/ But if I lack love/ then I am nothin' at all
From the first time someone says, Who do you think you are? we learn how to repress.
Reality is easy. It's deception that's the hard work.
I have hour spurts when I feel fine and I can walk normal and stuff, other hours, I'm wobbling. I feel like there's somebody behind me kicking my legs out from underneath me. The whole tumor symptom thing is crazy. It's unpredictable. It really messes with your life.
Consequence is no coincidence.
We have to make sure the music and the message and the words and all the elements come through in our songs and every time we appear in public.