Half the world hates What half the world does every day Half the world waits While half gets on with it anyway
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
To me, drum soloing is like doing a marathon and solving equations at the same time.
Could hell be a place where there is no self-respect? A place where people have no pride in their own existence or behavior, and thus would have none for anyone or anything else?
Different hearts beat on different strings
You can't get wise with sleep still in your eyes no matter what your dream might be.