The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it's overturned the order of the soul.

You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn what makes one kind.

I will not be held like a drunkard / under the cold tap of facts

I didn't want to write for pay. I wanted to be paid for what I write.

this is every musician's dream, to stand in front of an audience and not have to prove your credentials.

Here's to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don't even care

Do not believe the truth. The truth is tiny compared to what you have to do.