Sell your soul to yourself. You'll make more money.
I'm just here for the narcotics.
It's the whole Nietzche philosophy of you are your own God. That's why I debase myself in the concerts and tell people to spit on me. I'm saying to them 'You are no different from me'.
Leave me in a room with some crayons and I'll draw on the wall.
I wanna die young and sell my soul, use up all your drugs and make me come.
Dear God, if you were alive, you know we'd kill you.